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Sce. 6.

Ant. Love. Wise. Noddle Empty, with his head, and face all bloody.
Ant.
How now?

Nod.
Lend mee your hankercher, if you haue one about you
Cosen, mine ha's not a dry place in it.

Ant.
What doe you bleede Mr. Noddle?

Nod.
Yes Sir a little wild blood, hold that Cosen, vn peu
Mounsieur.

Ant.

Did not you tell mee, all his French ends were gone?
vn peu will not forsake him.

Love.

Not a word.

Nod.

A whorson cowardly slaue, to strike a man e're one
was aware of him, and to giue one no time, to draw his rapier—

Ant.

S'me, 'tis somewhat deepe I doubt.

Nod.

Nothing by Hercules Sir, a scratch, a scratch, well I'le
say nothing, but by this good blood, that runns—

Ant.

Faith if you had done as that good blood does, Mr.
Noddle, it had beene better for you.

Nod.

No Sir, I scorne it, I am not of that straine i'faith, and
that hee shall know, the sempiternall rascall.

Ant.

Come on Mr. Wiseacres, I belieue you and your Kinseman
are much of a complexion.

Wise.

I am very melancholy at this time.

Ant.

I but you must take heed of these fits, they'l spoyle
you, I heard say, that you crept into a priuate, retir'd roome
e'ne now, and there convers'd with spiders and crickets, fve vp-on
it, you must labour against that humour; but indeed me thinks
your Cosen is of a very deepe sanguine.

Wise.

Ha, he, you are such a witty man.

Nodd.

Cosen? Yes I am much beholding to my Cosen; I
might haue beene kild for him.

Ant.

Come, come, I like him well for it, the Gentleman
does weigh how much the Republ. might bee impeached, by
the losse of a man.

Nodd.

Republiq;? Repuddingpy. By this light, a man is little
better then mad, that will keepe company with such snowheapes,
such white-liverd, counterfied lackdawes—but all's one.

Ant.

I, I betwixt friends, and kinsemen; ye two are all one
I know. Your Cosen is very cholerick now.

Wise.

I but I am very seldome so, for Albertus Magnus
faith—

[Loveall as though he came from his Vncles.]
Lov.

Now the good Gods! where shall I find these most
vnfortunate Gentlemen?

Ant.
Why how now Iacke? what inauspicious wind
Ha's rays'd this cloudy weather in thy face?

Love.
O Anteros, wee are vndone, vndone;
I'le haue this day wee are black ith' Calender,
That after ages may beware of it,
It is so full of Omen—

Ant.
Whats the matter? I pray thee speake.

Lov.
O they bee here,—who's there?
Hee faines to heare some body comming.

Pray heauens it bee not the Constables officious industry: how
will you doe Sir? You haue slaine the Scholler.

Nodd.

I would I had else.

Love.

Nay Sir, this is neither time nor place for such idle
wishes, here ha's beene a Surgeon already, that liues hard by,
and his sentence is, that hee cannot liue aboue two howers, hee
swounded six times since you left him, it seemes you bruised
him so with falling on him, with the hilt of your rapier, that
hee bleeds inward—I know not what to say to it—I
was bewitch'd I thinke, nay thinke, thinke, thinke what course
you will take, you must bee suddaine, the officers are sent for to
apprehend you.

Ant.

Is this in iest (I wonder) or in earnest?

Nodd.

Is he so indeed? I pray you tell mee true Sir.

Lov.

Why, what doe you take mee to bee Sir? haue I this
for my loue, and care of your safety? as you sowed, so reape
for mee; I hope you will belieue your owne sences, I thinke I
see the officers comming.

Nodd.

'Sme! what shall I doe? Mr. Loveall, nay good Sir,
I doe belieue you, I know not which way to take.

Love.

Nay there's no stirring that way, you'l meet them in
the teeth.

Nodd.

What if I goe through the backe dore, and take horse?

Love.

They'l meet you that way too.

Nod.

Any thing, good Sir, I beseech you, looke the dore goes,
I protest twenty Serieants could not haue strucke such a feare
into me.

Love.

Well, will you trust your fortunes into my hands?

Nod.

And liues sweet Sir.

Loue.

Quickly then enter heere, I'le shut you in untill the
search bee past: nay will you in? who's there? immediately,
good Master William.

He shuts Nod. into one of them.
Wise.

Nay sir, I'le go to my horse if there were twenty Constables,
they haue nothing to doe with mee, for I am sure I did
not strike a blow, no as I'm a living soule.—

Loue.

Gods mee, what will you doe? were not you in the
company with him? that makes you accessary; haue you read so
much law, and know not that? nay, will you in?—Ha, ha, he.

He puts him into the other.