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 | Marciano ; or, The Discovery |  |
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Pantaloni, Becabunga, and Manduco with swords by their sides.Man.
O
Tempora! O mores! O the effrænate, licentious perversity
of untamed adolescency! what a villanous;
scelerate attempt to entice two young Gentlemen to a Duel: who
besides, that they are both innocent Boyes, why, their very
Uncles and other friends, are employed in serious negotiations of
the Senate. Proh Deum, atque hominum fidem! Is all my industry
in sollicitation, my immense study and lucrubrations for
framing familiar epistles, my oratory in private commendations and
exhortations for both these Gentlemen come to nought!—Proh
facinus ingens!
Pant.
Peace, Mr. Manduco: you must not only teach us how
to beat, but likewise assist us in beating these dissolute fellows; for
I have sworn, Sir, and that is enough—
Bec.
I, so I say too, for, you know we wear our swords here for
no other end; look you, are not my hilts very handsome, O now,
I will swear, By these hilts, as well as Leonardo himself.
Man.
And for that effect, I have got my sword too: I am lenis
in puniendo; but when I am provoked, invenient me leonem, they
shall find me a very Lyon: my schollars at Santo Burgo, where I
was sometimes ludimagister, can yet testifie that: and for my severity
in castigando—Probatum est.
Pant.
Although Leonardo has got my Mistris, yet I'le have
about with him, albeit he be a Senatours son in law, with a mischief
to his heart, when such Gentlemen of estates as I, am shak'd
off.
Bec.
And for me, since Cassio has got my Mistris: let him
keep her: I must look out for some other great match in time; for
they say, Manduco, that now since the Duk's restor'd, they who
were active in the late rebellion, must be forfeit of their estates: and
has been a great man all this while, (I fear he never be so
again) now, you know, if I loss my Estate, how shall I have a wife
then? what think you, Pantaloni?
(Pant, draws.
Pant.
Nay, I can think on nothing now, but how to thrust at
Leonardo.
Bec.
So, I will draw too, if you come to that with it.
(Bec. draws.
Man.
And for me—I love no dimication
—but when I am provoked, I
will assist you—Et sic arma amens capio,
nec sat rationis in armis.
Man. puts the hilts of his sword betwixt his feet, and tuggs at it violently.
Enter Cassio, Leonardo, with Chrys. Mar.
Cass.
(to Mar.)
Madam, my resolution was alwayes unfeigned
to serve you: your coy refusal diminished nothing of
my affection, but did rather incite me the more to love
you.
Mar.
I did alwayes esteem my self honoured
in your love, Sir, though the capricious humors
of my self-seeking friends did countermand my
desires,
Bec. runs away, Man. and Pant. retire to a corner of the Theatre.
Leon.
(to Chrys.)
Nay then, unspotted beauty, answer those
gracious obligations your self: it passes the activity of
my invention. I have been alwayes your devout admirer;
but now I am so much bound to love you, that
although my affection should super-erogat, yet I can
plead no merits.
Chrys.
Sir, your merits have made conquest of my affections—
Cass.
Prethee, Leonardo, would'st see
good sport—
Leon.
As how?
Man.
Nay, you must stay, I will not
fight alone.
Pantaloni and Man. justles, Pant. wrestles loose, Man. solus to Cass. and Leon.
Pant.
Fy, not before women, Sir, that were unhandsom—
Man.
Keep off, boni viri; for, if you approach, you shall find
the vinegar of my wrath. I have chastised many such in my time,
I'l make you know what it is rem habere cum Professore, to bell
the cat with one to whom you owe respect.
Leon.
Thou slovenly, greazy Pedant, glass-gazing, superficical
affected peece of ignorance, get you gone, speak no more ill of Gentleman;
or if you do, you may come to carry your joynts in a
box yet—
Man.
Never again, Sir—
(less fall his sword.
Leon.
If you do—
Man.
Ita me Deus amet, never, Sir.
Cass.
We'll put you to the stripado, if you don't behave your
self more civily.
Man.
Never again, as I am erudite—So help me, God—never.
Exit.
Mar.
Poor fellow, he must have his humour.
Chrys.
If he could hold his peace sometimes, he is a good honest
fellow; but he can speak good of no man, but those of his
own profession.
Cass.
We have punished him sufficiently, let's think no more
upon him.
Leon.
Nor upon our quondam Rivals either. Come, we'll
continue our progress to Court.
Exeunt omnes.
| Marciano ; or, The Discovery | |