Capt. Face. My patience yet is great; I say, begone,
My tricks are dangerous.
Bout. That's nothing,
I have brought you furniture. Come, get up
Upon this table: do your feats,
Or I will whip you to them; do not I know
You are a lousy knave?
Capt. Face. How! lousy knave;
Are we not English bred?
Bout. Y'are a coward rogue,
That dares not look a kitling in the face,
If she but stare or mew.
Capt. Face. My patience yet is great:
Do you bandy tropes? by Dis, I will be knight,
Wear a blue coat on great Saint George's day,[417]
And with my fellows drive you all from Paul's
For this attempt.
Bout. Will you yet get up?
I must lash you to it.
Capt. Face. By Pluto, gentlemen,
To do you pleasure, and to make you sport,
I'll do't.
W. Small. Come, get up then quick.
Bout. I'll dress you, sir.
Capt. Face. By Jove, 'tis not for fear,
But for a love I bear unto these tricks,
That I perform it.