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Scena Sexta.

Buggio and Constantia.
Bug.
Unless you call upon your Apron-strings
For some device, that may confine him home,
You'l loose a Brother, and a Servant, Lady.

Con.
Are you to be his Second?

Bug.
Madam I ever us'd to appear first
In these Encounters, but my respect to you—

Con.
I shall ever own the Obligation.

Bug.
Y'are most obliging, 'tis a pious work;
You will prevent the direct Massacre

Con.
I doubt not but I shall perswade my Brother.

Bug.
I wish you may, for your fair sake I wish it,
Else ne're expect to see a Brother more:
For my own part, I think that I can die
As decently as another;
And sell my life too, at as dear a rate
As any flesh alive, for all their Guns,
Petars, Granadoes, and Demy culverings.

Con.
Heaven bless us.

Bug.
Madam, you are fore-warn'd, I must prepare,
I mean for mischief, and to broach new lies.

(aside)
[Exit.
Con.
His words are terrible, shou'd this be true;
I lose at once a Lover, and a Brother.
'Tis safe to fear the worst, some way I'le prove
To save their lives, altho' I lose their Love.

[Exit.