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The second Scœne.
Enter Warrant, and a little after him Sprvce, by the middle Scœne.Warr.
'Tis a good sword; it cost me two pieces. No
matter. Many a mans death hath cost more at the Physitians.
Who would be affraid to kill a man; when hee is
sure of his pardon?
Dorot.
Hee is now in some deepe meditation of your
beautie.
Susan.
See Mistris, there's the other.
That sure is Warrant. I'le goe this way. It
shall never be said I went after a man to kill him, though
I am confident Mistris Secretary will begg me.
Dorot.
They goe contrary wayes. Wee shall not see
the fight. They meane to meete and end it at the Antipodes.
Warr.
But what should I thinke of killing him? I
know hee dare as well take the wall of a drunken Constable,
or justle a Buffe-coat leading a wench, as meet me.
Susan.
Me thinks I perceive them stand.
Spruce.
Yes, yes; 'tis Warrant: I smell him hitherto.
Warr.
Is not that Spruce? certainly 'tis hee, Me thinks
I see him tremble hitherto. Hee dare not come neere me;
and I scorne to goe to him to kill him: It may hinder my
pardon. Therefore he shall assault me first.
Dorot.
Why, they are fixt. Hath not feare congeal'd
them into stones?
Susan.
Dissolv'd them rather into gelley.
Warr.
That some good fellow would but come and
beat the cowardly Rascall.
Spruce.
That some Sharke would come now and take
away his hat or cloake.
Susan.
Now could I fancy in my imagination what they
say. Mr. Warrant. O that I had this Coward Spruce here:
I would dismember him; and then what Gentleuman
would care a rush for him? Now Mr. Spruce hath studien
the Arcadia. He sayes. Oh that I had this Warrant here
It would cut him into atomes; that wheresoever the Sun
shines, the trophees of my renowned victorie might bee
visible.
Aarr.
That he would but come a little neerer.
Spruce.
That hee were but within twice my swords
length.
Warr.
I would I had but a leg or an arme of him, since
he will not come, that I may kill him.
Spr.
That I had but his head here; how I would shave it.
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