Enter Lord Feesimple and Welltried.
Fee. God save your lordship.
Proudly. How dost thou, coz? Hast thou got any more wit yet?
Fee. No, by my troth, I have
But little money with that little wit I have,
And the more wit ever the less money;
Yet as little as I have of either,
I would give something that I durst but quarrel:
I would not be abus'd thus daily as I am.
Well. Save you, my lord.
Proudly. Good Master Welltried, you can inform me: pray, how ended the quarrel betwixt young Bold and the other gentleman?
Well. Why, very fairly, my lord; on honourable terms. Young Bold was injured and did challenge him, fought in the field, and the other gave him satisfaction under his hand. I was Bold's second, and can show it here.
Proudly. 'Tis strange there was no hurt done, yet I hold
The other gentleman far the better man.
Well. So do not I.
Proudly. Besides, they say the satisfaction that walks in the ordinaries is counterfeit.