Theod. And to [you] pleasant labour. Mart[ell]
Your company, Madam, good night.
[Exeunt all but Brunhalt, Protal, Lecure, Bawdber.
Brun. Nay, you have cause to blush, but I will hide it,
And what's more, I forgive you; is't not pity
That thou that art the first to enter combate
With any Woman, and what is more, o'ercome her,
In which she is best pleas'd, should be so [fearefull]
To meet a man.
Prot. Why would you have me lose
That bloud that is dedicated to your service
In any other quarrel?
Brun. No, reserve it,
As I will study to preserve thy credit:
You sirrah, be't your care to find out one
That is poor, though valiant, that at any rate
Will, to redeem my servants reputation,
Receive a publique baffling.
Bawdb. Would your Highness
Were pleas'd to inform me better of your purpose.
Brun. Why one, Sir, that would thus be box'd
Or kick'd, do you apprehend me now?
Bawdb. I feel you Madam,
The man that shall receive this from my Lord,
Shall have a thousand crowns.
Pro. He shall.
Bawdb. Besides
His day of bastinadoing past o'er,
He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour?