Enter Old Knight and Sir Gregory.
Ruin. Enough, enough, here comes company, we lose five shares in wrangling about one.
Witty. My Father, put on Priscian, he has Latine fragments too, but I fear him not, I'll case my face with a little more hair and relieve.
Old K. Tush Nephew (I'll call you so) for if there be
No other obstacles than those you speak of
They are but Powder-charges without pellets,
You may safely front 'em; and warrant your own danger.
Sir Gr. No other that I can perceive i'faith, Sir, for I put her to't, and felt her as far as I could, and the strongest repulse was, she said, she would have a little Soldier in me, that (if need were) should defend her reputation.
Old K. And surely, Sir, that is a principle
Amongst your principal Ladies, they require
Valour, either in a friend or a Husband.
Sir Gr. And I allow their requests i'faith, as well as any womans heart can desire, if I knew where to get valour, I would as willingly entertain it as any man that blows.
Old K. Breaths, breaths Sir, that's the sweeter phrase.
Sir Gr. Blows for a Soldier, i'faith Sir, and I'm in
Practise that way.
Old K. For a Soldier, I grant it.