Phi. Peace Pharamond: if thou—
Are. Leave us Philaster.
Phi. I have done.
Pha. You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back.
Phi. You shall not need.
Pha. What now?
Phi. Know Pharamond,
I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou,
Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if
Thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say
Thou wert, and not lament it.
Pha. Do you slight
My greatness so, and in the Chamber of the Princess!
Phi. It is a place to which I must confess
I owe a reverence: but wer't the Church,
I, at the Altar, there's no place so safe,
Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare kill thee:
And for your greatness; know Sir, I can grasp
You, and your greatness thus, thus into nothing:
Give not a word, not a word back: Farewell.
[Exit Phi.
Pha. 'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop His mouth with some Office, when we are married.