Enter Maid, like the footboy; Seldom with Pitts and Donner, a couple of serjeants.
Maid. Sir, 'tis most true, and in this shall you be
Unlike to other citizens, that arrest
To undo gentlemen: your clemency here,
Perchance, saves two lives: one from the other's sword,
The other from the law's. This morn they fight,
And though your debtor be a lord, yet should he
Miscarry, certainly your debt were lost.
Sel. Dost thou serve the Lord Proudly?
Maid. Sir, I do.
Sel. Well, such a boy as thou is worth more money
Than thy lord owes me. 'Tis not for the debt
I do arrest him, but to end this strife,
Which both may lose my money and his life.
Enter Lord Proudly, with a riding-rod.
Proudly. My horse there! Zounds! I would not for the world
He should alight before me in the field;
My name and honour were for ever lost.
Sel. Good morrow to your honour. I do hear
Your lordship this fair morning is to fight,
And for your honour: did you never see
The play where the fat knight, hight Oldcastle,
Did tell you truly what his honour was?[126]
Proudly. Why, how now, good man flatcap, "what-d'ye-lack?"[127]
Whom do you talk to, sirrah?