Ant. Pray ye be not fearful: I have done (sweet Lady)
My swords already aw'd, and shall obey ye:
I come not here to violate sweet beauty,
I bow to that.
Ism. Brother, you see this Gentleman,
This noble Gentleman.
Lis. Let him avoid then,
And leave our Walk.
Ant. The Lady may command Sir,
She bears an eye more dreadful than your weapon.
Ism. What a sweet nature this man has! dear brother,
Put up your sword.
Ter. Let them put up and walk then:
Ant. No more loud words: there's time enough before us:
For shame put up, do honor to these beauties:
Mar. Our way is this,
We will not be denyed it.
Ter. And ours is this, we will not be cross'd in it.
Ant. What ere your way is (Lady) 'tis a fair one;
And may it never meet with rude hands more,
Nor rough uncivil Tongues. [Exeunt.