Serv. The masquers are at hand.
Sir Lio. Call down our daughter. Hark! they are at hand: rank handsomely.
Enter the Masquers; they dance. Enter Beatrice, Freevill, and Malheureux. Malheureux takes Beatrice from Freevill: they draw.
Free. Know, sir, I have the advantage of the place;
You are not safe: I would deal even with you.
Mal. So.
[They exchange gloves as pledges.
Free. So.
Bea. I do beseech you, sweet, do not for me provoke your fortune. 11
Sir Lio. What sudden flaw is risen?
Sir Hub. From whence comes this?