Bel. Prethe why?
His owne confession does appeach him one
In the conspiracy against my honor.
He sayes my mother was the originall
Of Bonviles slaunder; and how impious
Twere for a child to thinke so, filiall duty
Instructs my knowlidge.
Cla. Be not confident;
Your piety may misleade you. Though your mother,
Shees passion like to us; we had it from her.
Ile say no more; the event will testifie
Whoes in the fault.[98]
Enter Sucket and Crackby.
Suc. Be not abashd; a little impudence is requisite; Observe me, with what a garbe and gesture martiall I will beseige their fortresses.
Bel. Who sent these fooles to trouble us?—Gent[lemen],
We have some conference will admit no audience
Besides ourselves.
We must desire you to withdraw, or give us
Leave to do soe.
Suc. Men of warr are not soe easily put to a retreat; it suites not with their repute.
Cla. Heele fight with us, sister: weed best procure him bound toth peace.
Crac. Ladies, I must no more endure repulse; I come to be a suiter.
Bel. For what?
Crac. Why, that you would with Judgment overlooke This lovely countenance.