Lap. Mark how I snap up the Duello there:
One would not use a dog so,
I must needs say; but's for the common good.
Clow. Nay Sir, your Commons seldom fight at sharp,
But buffet in a Warehouse.
Lap. This will save
Many a Gentleman of good bloud from bleeding, Sirs,
I have a curse from many a Barber-Surgeon;
They'd give but too much money to call't in;
Turn to Page 45. see what you find there.
Clow. Oh, out upon him,
Page 45. that's an old thief indeed.
Enter Duke, the Lady his Sister, 1 Gent.
Lap. The Duke, clap down your Books; away Galoshio.
Clow. Indeed I am too foul to be i' th' presence,
They use to shake me off at the chamber door still. [Ex.
Lady. Good my Lord, grant my suit: let me not rise
Without the comfort on't: I have not often
Been tedious in this kind.
Duke. Sister, you wrong your self,
And those great virtues that your Fame is made of,
To waste so much breath for a murderers life.
Lad. You cannot hate th' offence more than I do, Sir,
Nor the offender, the respect I owe
Unto his absent brother, makes me a suitor,
A most importunate Sister, make me worthy
But of this one request.