Scœn. 1.
Enter Svsan and Warrant, by the middle Scœne.
Svsan.
Now I protest Mr. Warrant, you wrong the love of a
Gentleuman, in not imparting the cause of your discontent.
Come not fees in roundly? Doe not the Delinquents
understand, I'le speake a good word for you?
Warr.
You are the onely object of my thoughts. 'Tis
your beauty hath animated my presumptuous weaknes to
expresse how much my desires are yours.
Susan.
Alas Mr. Warrant how can a poore Gentleuman
deserve it?
War.
Yes, you have power of my Lady, and she much
acquaintance at Court. A pardon might be got.
Susan.
A pardon! blesse me, for what?
Warr.
Not for murder; but for killing (yet not a Man)
fairely in the field.
Susan.
Are you earnest?
Warr.
'Tis not yet done; onely I am resolv'd to doe it,
were I but sure of my pardon.
Sus.
If not a man, what then is it?
Warr.
A meere superfluous complement of state formality.
One of my Ladyes raising. A fellow that hath crosse
caper'd himselfe out of a Taylor into a gentleman Vsher.
Susan.
Who Mr. Spruce? but have you chaleng'd him?
Warr.
Yes, with all due for me and circumstance. The
weapon single Rapier; the place the Piazzi; the time
this mooneshine night presently before supper.
Susan.
And your quarrell my love. Well Mr. Warrant; I
know a Gentleuman hath interest in a Lord at Court, who
hath long beene inward with her. I'le warrant your pardon.
But my Lady expects me.
Exit.
Warr.
Dearest part of my selfe: to get my pardon, here's
Spruce, now will I affront him.
