Devitry. Hear me, Sir, this creature hir'd me with fifty crowns in hand, to let Protaldye have the better of me at single Rapier on a made quarrel; he mistaking the weapon, laies me over the chops with his club fist, for which I was bold to teach him the Art of memory.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Theo. Your General, Mother, will display himself.
'Spight of our Peace I see.
Thier. Forbear these civil jars, fie Protaldy,
So open in your projects, avoid our presence, sirrah.
Devi. Willingly; if you have any more wages to earn,
You see I can take pains.
Theo. There's somewhat for thy labour,
More than was promis'd, ha, ha, ha.
Bawdb. Where could I wish my self now? in the Isle of Dogs.
So I might scape scratching, for I see by her Cats eyes
I shall be claw'd fearfully.
Thier. We'll hear no more on't, [Soft Musick.
Musick drown all sadness;
Command the Revellers in, at what a rate I do purchase
My Mothers absence, to give my spleen full liberty.
Brun. Speak not a thoughts delay, it names thy ruin.
Pro. I had thought my life had born[e] more value with you.