Mons. Was! your sign was the Three Tuns, and the field Canary; now let me tell you, this honest gentleman—
Don. Now, that you should dare to dishonour this family!—by the graves of my ancestors in Great St. Helen's church—
Mons. Yard.
Don. Thou shalt die for't, ladron! [Runs at Gerrard.
Mons. Hold, hold, uncle, are you mad?
Hip. Oh! oh!—
Mons. Nay then, by your own Spanish rules of honour (though he be my rival), I must help him; [Draws his sword.] since I brought him into danger.—[Aside.] Sure he will not show his valour upon his nephew and son-in-law, otherwise I should be afraid of showing mine.—Here, Mr. Gerrard, go in here, nay, you shall go in, Mr. Gerrard, I'll secure you all; and, parson, do you go in too with 'em, for I see you are afraid of a sword and the other world, though you talk of it so familiarly, and make it so fine a place. [Opens a door, and thrusts Gerrard, Hippolita, Parson, and Prue in, then shuts it, and guards it with his sword.
Don. Tu quoque, Brute!
Mons. Nay, now, uncle, you must understand reason.—What, you are not only a Don, but you are a Don Quixote too, I vow and swear!
Don. Thou spot, sploach[66] of my family and blood! I will have his blood, look you.