Scæna Tertia.
Enter Cassio, Pantaloni.
Cass.
Sir, (as your friend, I speak it) Leonardo and he have
joyn'd their wits together to affront you; and you will
not beleeve what impression their false suggestions of you have
taken upon the Lady Chrysolina.
Pant.
I! So I thought, when she told me last day that she
would consult forsooth: A pox take all your consulting tricks,
say I, for I never knew any good come of womens consultations
yet.
Cass.
Right Sir, you might easily smell Leonardo's plot in that
same word, for he intends that Becabunga shall have Marionetta,
and he himself Chrysolina: for which Becabunga does sollicite
your Mistris all this while: if you look not to your self quickly
you are undone, Sir.
Pant.
I, so I guessed alwayes, for, d'you see, some women,
are the most humourous little creatures, a man shall not know
when he is in their favour, and when not: but as for Becabunga—
I'le say no more at this time: but I vow I'le cudgell
him to death so soon as I can see him.
Cass.
And please but command me, you shall not want my assistance,
I'le assure you.
Pant.
No Sir, I shall not need your help to beat such a puppet
as he is: what would you think to write a challenge to him,
Sir?
Cass.
So you know, I advis'd you at first, when I sent for you
to the Taberna del. Reina, while you beleeved that Becabunga
had sent for you.
Pant.
Hang him, I will hear no more of him: I will write a
challenge to him presently.
Cass.
And if you'll please to take my advice in perning on't, I will
so terrifie him.
Pant.
With all my heart, Sir, for I would have it such language
as might make him hang himself for fear: and for Leonardo, after
I have discussed Becabunga then have at him.
Cass.
If you please to employ me to carry it to him?
Pant.
Yes Sir, you shall go along with me, and help me to
write it, for the truth is I am not much us'd with such challenges,
and my mother bid me allwayes have a care of quarrelling, but an
she were burn'd I'le fight with that rascall, who has affronted
me so.
Cass.
A most generous resolution.
Pant.
Come with me Sir.
Cass.
Now, Leonardo, play thy game, or never.
Aside.
Exeunt.
