Scil. He went by even now, sir; is he a friend of yours?
Acu. A deare friend, and a propper Gentleman, sir.
Scil. By the horison hee's a propper man indeede, he gave me the time of day as he went by, I have a gallon of wine for him at any time. If ye see anything in me worth Commendations, I pray ye commend me to him.
Acut. I will sir;—twere best you gave me good words, but ile trie ye farther yet;—fare ye well, sir.
Scil. I pray you remember me to him.—You see my anger is over already. [Exit[260] Acutus.
Grac. Would ye not strike him? lets followe.
Scil. Indeede ye shall not, I hate it.
Ser. I will not be barren of my armorie, in my future perambulation for the lower element.
Grac. You are too patient in wrongs, sir.—Zoundes I know not how to picke a quarrell.
Serv. Sir, the grievous youth is inwardlye possest of a supple spirit, he can brooke impugnying, but tis adverse to my spirit if I were armed.