Enter Longavile, and Dubois, their swords drawn, servants and others between them.
Ser. Nay Gentlemen what mean you? pray be quiet, have some respect unto the house.
Long. A treacherous slave.
Du. Thou dost revile thy self base Longavile.
Long. I say thou art a villain, and a corrupt one, that hast some seven years fed on thy masters trencher, yet never bredst good blood towards him: for if thou hadst, thou'dst have a sounder heart.
Du. So Sir, you can use your tongue something nimbler than your sword.
Long. Wou'd you cou'd use your tongue well of your Master, friend you might have better imployment for your sword.
Du. I say again, and I will speak it loud and often, that Orleans is a noble Gentleman with whom Amiens is too light to poyse the scale.
Long. He is the weaker for taking of a prayse out of thy mouth.
Du. This hand shall seal his merit at thy heart.