Gent. 'S foot, are you mad?
'Twill be as ill as th' other.
1 Attend. What's the matter?
What would that fellow have?
1. Atten. It seems you are new landed: would you beg
Any thing here?
Marc. Yes Sir, all happiness
To that fair Lady, as I hope.
Gent. Mark-antonio.
Marc. Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg
A sight of.
Gent. Now go on, for 'tis too late
To keep this from a tumult.
1. Attend. Sirrah, you
Shall see a fitter object for your eyes,
Then a fair Ladies face.
Eug. For heavens sake, raise not
A quarrel in the streets for me.