Enter Benito.
Ben. Come, are we ready, gallants? The clock's upon the stroke of eight.
Aur. But we have altered our resolution; we go another way to-night.
Ben. I hope you have not broke my assignation?
Aur. Why do you hope so?
Ben. Because my reputation is engaged in't: I've stipulated, upon mine honour, that you shall come.
Aur. I shall beat you, if you follow me. Go, sirrah, and adjourn to the great looking-glass, and let me hear no more from you till to-morrow morning.
Ben. Sir, my fidelity, and, if I may be so vain, my discretion, may stand you in some stead.
Aur. Well, come along then; they are brave fellows, who have challenged us; you shall have fighting enough, sir.
Ben. How, sir, fighting?