Adul. He stampeth, he stareth, and snuffeth sore thereat.
Avar. I advise him to storm, and to show himself stout:
They be women and perchance may be faced out;
And Peace is an honest lady and a quiet.
Adul. Verity and Justice are not for our diet.
Avar. Then Mercy is a good one; I like her well.
Adul. Yet oft turneth she her face away, and will not mell.
Avar. Well—fall back, fall edge—I am once at a point,
If Respublica come, t' adventure a joint.
Adul. She is fresh and gay and flourisheth; who but she?
Avar. Who brought it to such pass, will I tell her, but we?
Or else, making these new ladies of her weary,
We should triumph and reign.
Adul. Oh, never so merry!
Avar. Well, go to our company, I will remain here;
I may perhaps see Dame Respublica appear:
I will in hand with her, and make a good face.