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SCEN. VIII.

The Gallery.
Enter Falatius and Labree.
Fa.
Wert thou never valiant Labree?

La.
Yes Sir, before I serv'd you, and since too, I
Am provok'd to give you proofs on't sometimes,
For when I am angry I am a very Hector.

Fa.
I the Devil when a body's angry, but that's
Not the valour in mode; men fight now adays
Without that, and even embrace whilst they draw
Their swords on one another.

La.
I Sir, those are men that despise their lives.

Fa.
Why thats it Labree, that I would learn to do,
And, which I fear, nothing but poverty will make me do;
Jove defend me from that experiment.

Enter Erminia veil'd with a thin Tiffany.
Labree.
What's the matter, Sir,
Does the Fit take you now?

Fa.
Save us, save us from the Fiend.

La.
A ghost, a ghost, O, O, O!

[They fall, shaking on the ground.
Er.
This was a happy mistake,
Now I may pass with safety.

Fa.
Look up, Labree, if thou hast any of that
[she goes out.
Courage thou speakest of but now:

La.
I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray.

Fa.
Alass, alass, I fear we are both rank Cowards.

La.
Rise Sir, 'tis gone.

Fa.
This was worse then the fright Alcander put
Me into by much.

[They rise and go out.