JOD. (Unbuttoning his breast). Here is a wound which went quite through me at the attack of Gravelines.
[Footnote: In 1658, the Marshal de la Ferte took this town from the
Spaniards.]
MASC. (Putting his hand upon the button of his breeches). I am going to show you a tremendous wound.
MAD. There is no occasion for it, we believe it without seeing it.
MASC They are honour's marks, that show what a man is made of.
CAT. We have not the least doubt of the valour of you both.
MASC. Viscount, is your coach in waiting?
JOD. Why?
MASC. We shall give these ladies an airing, and offer them a collation.
MAD. We cannot go out to-day.