Char. 'Pray ye, friend, be pacified,
This will be off anon; she goes in. [Exit Aurelia.
Dio. Sirrah.
Max. What say you, Sir?
Dio. How dare thy lips, thy base lips?
Max. I am your Kinsman, Sir, and no such base one;
I sought no kisses, nor I had no reason
To kick the Princess from me; 'twas no manners;
I never yet compell'd her; of her courtesie,
What she bestows, Sir, I am thankful for.
Dio. Be gone, Villain.
Max. I will, and I will go off with that glory,
And magnifie my fate. [Exit.
Dio. Good Brother, leave me,
I am to my self a trouble now.
Char. I am sorry for't;
You'll find it but a woman-fit to try ye.
Dio. It may be so, I hope so.