Cesar. To perform what my Father bade me,
I have for the present ta'en away his
Use of fighting.
Phys. Better so,
Than take that which your Father meant. [Exeunt Manet, Mentivole.
Menti. Was ever the like usage? O that Ring!
Dearer than life, Whither is honor fled?
Cesario. Thou art unmanly in each part,
To seize my sword first, and then split my heart. [Exit.
Enter Host, and Clown.
Host. Thy Master that lodges here in my Osteria,
Is a rare man of art, they say he's a Witch.
Clow. A Witch? Nay, he's one step of the Ladder to preferment higher, he is a Conjurer.
Host. Is that his higher title?
Clow. Yes, I assure you, for a Conjurer is the Devils Master, and commands him; whereas a Witch is the Devils Prentice, and obeys him.
Host. Bound Prentice to the Devil!
Clow. Bound and inroll'd I assure you, he cannot start; and therefore I would never wish any Gentleman to turn Witch.