Sis. My fighting servant? has he beaten you, sir? Perhapps he thought you were his Rivall; surely I saw him not since yesterday.
Cou. Bu'y, Ladie.— How many mile ist to the next Cutlers? The rogue has pawn'd or sold my sword. [Offers to go forth.
Sis. Dee heare, sir? I can tell you now what Lady twas you did Abuse so.
Cou. I abuse a Ladie! tell me the slave Reported it. I hope twill prove this Mounsieur. If ere we meet agen! Who wast?
Sis. Upon condition, sir, you will requite me But with one gentle favour.
Cou. Any thing—
Sis. You must sitt downe and heare me then while I At a distance thus deliver—
Cou. Tis more state.
Sis. I am most unfortunate.
Cou. In what, deare Damsell?