Fred. Yes, sir, it is a challenge from Lovemore.
Y. Book. Are you to be his second?
Fred. I offered it, but he will meet you single.
Y. Book. The fewer the better cheer.
Fred. You're very pleasant, sir.
Y. Book. My good humour was ever challenge-proof. I will be very punctual. [Exit Fred.]—I fall into business very fast. There, thou dear letter of love; be there, thou of hatred. There; men of business must sort their papers.—I fear he saw me put up two letters.
Enter Latine.
Oh, Jack, more adventures, another lady has writ.
Lat. Let's see it.