Sir John. I know no more than you; some little debts perhaps I left unpaid by my negligence: Once more, good night, sir.
[Exit.
Sir Mart. He's an ungrateful fellow; and so, in fine, I shall tell him when I see him next—Monsieur——
Enter Warner.
Warner, a propos! I hope you'll applaud me now. I have defeated the enemy, and that in sight of my mistress; boy, I have charmed her, i'faith, with my valour.
Warn. Ay, just as much as you did e'en now with your music; go, you are so beastly a fool, that a chiding is thrown away upon you.
Sir Mart. Fool in your face, sir; call a man of honour fool, when I have just achieved such an enterprise—Gad, now my blood's up, I am a dangerous person, I can tell you that, Warner.
Warn. Poor animal, I pity thee!
Sir Mart. I grant I am no musician, but you must allow me for a swordsman: I have beat them bravely; and, in fine, I am come off unhurt, save only a little scratch in the head.
Warn. That's impossible; thou hast a skull so thick, no sword can pierce it; but much good may it do you, sir, with the fruits of your valour: You rescued your rival, when he was to be arrested, on purpose to take him off from your mistress.
Sir Mart. Why, this is ever the fate of ingenious men; nothing thrives they take in hand.