Cow. You are a man of peace, therefore we must give way.
Bri. I'll make my way, and therefore quickly leave me, or I'll force you; and having first torn off your flanting feathers, I'll trample on 'em; and if that cannot teach you to quit my house, I'll kick ye out of my gates; you gawdy Glow-worms, carrying seeming fire, yet have no heat within ye.
Cow. O blest travel! how much we owe thee for our power to suffer!
Egre. Some splenetive Youths now, that had never seen more than thy Country smoak, will grow in choler; it would shew fine in us.
Eust. Yes marry would it, that are prime Courtiers, and must know no angers, but give thanks for our injuries, if we purpose to hold our places.
Bri. Will you find the door? and find it suddenly? you shall lead the way, Sir, with your perfum'd retinue, and recover the now lost Angellina, or build on it, I will adopt some beggar's doubtful issue, before thou shalt inherit.
Eust. We'll to counsel, and what may be done by man's wit or valour, we'll put in Execution.
Bri. Do, or never hope I shall know thee. [Exeunt.
_Enter _Lewis.
Lew. O Sir, have I found you?