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The third Scœne.
Enter Svsan, by the middle Scœne.Susan,
Fie Mr. Spruce and Mr. Warrant, how loud you
are! my Ladie heares your noise, and is offended.
Spruce.
Yes, my Rapier and mine arme shall maintaine
it upon his life, I love you best.
Susan.
Indeed Mr. Spruce and I love you.
Warr.
I'le maintaine it against the life of all the world,
I love you best.
Susan.
Truely Mr. Warrant and I love you.
Spruce.
He that offers to love her besides my selfe, dies.
Susan.
Mr. Spruce and Mr. Warrant, send but for one
Warr.
I'le brooke no Rivall.
Spruce.
Nor I; death must determine it.
Warr.
Remember then, I must to the Cutlers.
Warrant goes forth by the middle Scœne.
Susan.
Though I am but a waiting-uman, I haue more
wit then to believe this is earnest. As if I did not know
them to bee as arrant Cowards, as a Justices Clerke or
Gentleman Vsher can be; and deserve rather to be whipt
by a Satire, then rewarded for their valours with the
love of a gentleuman. But Mr. Spruce doe you meane to
fight?
Spruce.
Yes, and kill him too. I feare nothing but death
and the Gallowes; from which you may save me.
Susan.
As how? the meanes.
Spruce.
Begg me, I say beg me. Let not my good parts
be made unusefull by an untimely turne at Tyburne. Me
thinks I see the pittifull spectators condoling me. The
fish-wives drowning their dead soles with salt water from
their eyes; the Oyster-wives weeping for me in most lamentable
pickle. An hundred Chamber-maids running
stark mad, and as many more falling into the greene sicknesse
with longing for me. Begg me therefore (I say) resolve
to begg me, and make great hast. It is my feare above
death, that otherwise some rich Citty Heyre will
prevent you. Resolve therefore to be the first that shall
begg me.
Susan.
As I am a Gentleuman Mr. Spruce, if you kill
him fairely in a duell; and upon no base advantage I'le
doe it.
Spruce.
Confirme it then with a kisse, and inspire an
Herculean valour into me.
Susan.
By no meanes at this time. I'le kisse you at the
gallowes. My Lady.
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