Long. Good my Lord let me prevent your farther conjurations
To rayse my spirit, I know this is a challenge
To be delivered unto Orlean[c]e hand,
And that my undertaking ends not there,
But I must be your second, and in that
Not alone search your enemy, measure weapons,
But stand in all your hazards, as our blouds
Ran in the self-same veins, in which if I
Better not your opinion, as a limb
That's putrifi'd and useless, cut me off,
And underneath the Gallows bury it.
Ami. At full you understand me, and in this
Bind me, and what's mine to you and yours,
I will not so much wrong you as to add
One syllable more, let it suffice I leave
My honor to your guard: and in that prove,
You hold the first place in my heart and love. [Ex. Ami.
Long. The first place in a Lords affection? very good; and how long doth that last? perhaps the changing of some three shirts in the Tennis-Court; well, it were very necessary that an order were taken (if it were possible,) that younger brothers might have more wit, or more money: for now, however the fool hath long been put upon him that inherits, his revenue hath bought him a spunge, and wip't off the imputation, and for the understanding of the younger, let him get as much Rhetorick as he can, to grace his language.
Enter Dubois.
They will see, he shall have gloss little enough to set out his Bark; stand Dubois, look about, 's all safe?
Dub. Approach not near me but with reverence Lawrel and adorations, I have done more than deserves a hundred thanks.
Long. How now, what's the matter?
Dub. With this hand, only aided by this brain,
Without an Orpheus Harp redeem'd from Hells
Three headed Porter, our Euridice.
Long. Nay, prethee speak sence, this is like the stale bragart in a Play.