De L. My lord, y'are hurt. [To Pirez.
Pir. I must owe him this for't.
Des. Canst talk yet?
Samp. Command your passion; see how the common herd
Come gazing in. Do not become their talk
And wonder. Noble Dessandro! put up, my lord!
Thank ye. [They part.
De L. Sir, my lord duke sent me to tell you
He expects your company.
Des. I wait on him. [To Pirez.] Bid the ladies tear
Their clean smocks to wrap you in.
Pir. Insolent man! [Offers to fight.
Samp. Again! [Exeunt.
Enter three Townsmen, as the Watch.
1st T. Was not I about to tell you so? They
would be afraid of true men, when we came.