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The sixth Scene.
To them the Blades.Rav.
Have you businesse with any here sir?
1 Bla.
I do not use to answer sir. Sweet Lady.
The.
What fellow's this?
1 Bla.
Fellow? one that will admit no fellow sir. Fellow!
Fellow your selfe.
The.
More! I suspect some rudenesse. Pray Cosin call the
Master of the house.
2 Bla.
The Master of the house is the master of the house; but
we will master both him and you unlesse you deliver.
The.
My purse?
3 Bla.
Your she familiar sir; we would be familiar with her.
The.
You are foule mouth'd
1 Bla.
How sir Cittizen! do you think e're you are quite
fledge in the nest, with the shell of your cuckows egs upon your
head to confront us? We are blades; and blades must be scoured.
Bri.
What meane you sir?
2 Bla.
Your servant sweet Lady.
The.
She is none of your pleasure Ladies, 'tis a wrong direction
of your base thoughts.
3 Bla.
Base! Cit. thou deserv'st the cane: but this Ladies goodnesse
commands thy pardon.
Bri.
You are mistaken sir, I have no skill
In th'art of prostitution.
1 Bla.
You shall be instructed Lady; 'tis the Blades profession.
The.
Forbear your rudenesse; if you must be wicked.
Let your temptations be directed where
The sin is grown to custome. Her chaste eares
Never receiv'd such sounds.
2 Bla.
Come come, you must sweet Lady.
Bri.
What sir?
1 Bla.
Along with us: we are company indeed. Who would
let a Cit. (whose teeth are rotten out with sweet meates his mother
the promise of a dry neats tongue and a pottle of Rhenish at
the stillyard, when she may command a Blade to toss and tumble
her? and (if she should pawn a petticoat) beat such a fellow
as this is till he hath redeem'd it.
The.
Advantage may do much; but I would wish ye
Desist, and be more civill: 'tis not th'odds else
Shall fright me from attempting to correct you.
2 Bla.
Correct us! nay then along Lady.
One drawes & stands at the door, whilst the other carry her away.
Bri.
Help me sweet heart, will ye use violence?
The.
Ye cowards, 'gainst an unarm'd man!
Rav.
May not I passe?
3 Bla.
Not through me sir, unlesse you were a Blade; the fraternity
may claime some privildege.
The.
Then arme me Justice.
Theo. throwes his cloake on the others point; gets within him and takes away his sword.
3 Bla.
Hold, for heavens sake hold.
The.
Thy life! I scorn it: 'tis too base to pay
A satisfaction; she must be redeem'd
At a far higher rate.
Exit.
Rav.
My wishes issue
In all things yet. Are you much hurt sir?
3 Bla.
A scratch or so. If the rest scape no better, I shall beleeve
there is more valour in some, then what's onely shown at a
Finsbury muster.
Exit. Ent. Squi. hastily.
Squi.
Your ayd master Raven, or we shall have murder done.
The young gentleman sir, the young gentleman—
Exit.
Rav.
I hope so, if my plot succeeds.
This was an unlookt businesse thrust upon me.
But I must practise my hipocrisie
With best art; else suspition may discover
The guilt that's in me. Sure he's dead by this time,
Unlesse his skin be proof against their points.
If one of them should fall, and he escape
The rest I will suborne to make his life
The lawes. Thus villany like a pregnant mother
From the successe of one begets another.
Exit.
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