Plume. No, sir, but I'll have her notwithstanding.
| Thou peerless princess of Salopian plains, |
| Envy'd by nymphs, and worshipp'd by the swains— |
Brazen. Oons, sir! not fight for her?
Plume. Pr'ythee be quiet—I shall be out—
| Behold, how humbly does the Severn glide, |
| To greet thee, princess of the Severn side. |
Brazen. Don't mind him, madam—if he were not so well dressed, I should take him for a poet; but I'll show you the difference presently. Come, madam, we'll place you between us, and now the longest sword carries her.
[Draws.
Mel. [Shrieking.]
Enter Worthy.
Oh, Mr. Worthy! save me from these madmen!