Lav. Part them my masters, part them.
Ser. Part them Sir, why do you not part them, you stand by with your sword in your hand, and cry part 'em.
Lav. Why you must know my friend my cloaths are better than yours, and in a good suit, I do never use to part any body.
La-p. And it is discretion.
Lav. I marry is it Captain.
Long. Dubois though this place priviledge thee, know where next we meet, the blood which at thy heart flows drops at thy feet.
Enter Amience in haste, his sword drawn.
Du. I would not spend it better than in this quarrell, and on such a hazard.
Ami. What uprore's this, must my name here be question'd in Tavern brawls, and by affected Ruffins?
Lav. Not we indeed Sir.