Bel. I do deserve it; call me Patch, and Puppy,
And beat me if you please.
1 Gent. No indeed, we know ye.
Bel. 'Death, do as I would have ye.
2 Gent. You are an Ass then;
A Coxcomb, and a Calf.
Bel. I am a great Calf;
Kick me a little now: Why, when? Sufficient:
Now laugh aloud, and scorn me; so good b'ye;
And ever when ye meet me laugh.
1 Gent. We will, Sir. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Nantolet, La-Castre, De-Gard, Lugier, Mirabel.
Mir. Your patience, Gentlemen: why do ye bait me?
Nan. Is't not a shame you are so stubborn hearted,
So stony and so dull to such a Lady,
Of her Perfections, and her Misery?