Enter Silvio, Ernesto, Geraldo, Pedro, Bernardino, Jago, with some cups of chocolate.
Sil. Methinks, camerade, a sup of chocolate
Is not amiss after a tedious journey—
Your master's health, sir. [He drinks.
Ern. I'll do you reason, sir.[47]
Sil. Pray, how long is't, brother, since you left Spain?
Ern. 'Tis now five years and upwards since I went
From Seville with my master into Flanders,
The king's fencing-school, where all his subjects
Given to fighting are taught the use of arms,
And notably kept in breath.
Sil. Your master, I am sure, has got the fame
To be a per'lous man in that rough trade.
Ern. He's a brave soldier, envy must confess it.
Ped. It seems so, faith, since merely by the force
Of his great reputation he can take
Our bright young mistress in without a siege.
Ern. If I mistake not, she will be reveng'd
On him ere long, and take him too by th' force
Of her rare wit and beauty.
Ped. Sh' has a fair
Portion, sir, of both, I dare assure you.