Dub. Then in plain Prose thus, and with as little action as thou canst desire, the three headed Porter, were three unexorable Catch-poles, out of whose jaws without the help of Orpheus Harp, bait or bribe; for those two strings make the Musick, that molifies those flinty furies, I rescued our Euridice, I mean my old Master Montague.
Long. And is this all? a poor rescue; I thought thou hadst revers'd the judgement for his overthrow in his sute, or wrought upon his adversary Orleance, taken the shape of a Ghost, frighted his mind into distraction, and for the appeasing of his conscience, forc'd him to make restitution of Montague's Lands, or such like rescue; S'light I would have hired Acrocheture for two Cardekues, to have done so much with his whip.
Dub. You wood Sir, and yet 'tis more than three on their foot-cloaths durst do for a sworn Brother, in a Coach.
Long. Besides, what proof's of it? for ought I know, this may be a trick, I had rather have him a prisoner, where I might visit him, and do him service, than not at all, or I know not where.
Dub. Well Sir, the end will shew it, what's that, a challenge?
Long. Yes, where's Orleance? though we fight in jest, he must meet with Amiens in earnest,—fall off, we are discovered; my horse garson; ha!
Dub. Were it not in a house, and in his presence,
To whom I owe all duty—
Long. What would it do? prate as it does? but be as far from striking, as he that owes it Orleance.
Dub. How?