SCENE V.

_Enter_ Jacomo _at one door_, Fabricio _at another_.

_Fab._ O, ye are a sweet youth, so uncivilly To rail, and run away!

_Jac._ O! are you there, Sir? I am glad I have found ye, you have not now your Ladies, To shew your wit before.

_Fab._ Thou wou'lt not, wou'lt 'ou?

_Jac._ What a sweet youth I am, as you have made me, You shall know presently.

_Fab._ Put up your Sword, I have seen it often, 'tis a Fox.

_Jac._ It is so, And you shall feel it too; will you dispatch, Sir? And leave your mirth out? or I shall take occasion To beat ye, and disgrace ye too.

_Fab._ Well, since there is no other way to deal with you, Let's see your Sword, I am sure you scorn all odds, I will fight with you--

_Jac._ How now? [_They measure, and_ Fab. _gets his Sword_.

_Fab._ Nay, stand out, Or by this light, I'll make ye.

_Jac._ This is scurvy, And out of fear done.

_Fab._ No, Sir, out of judgment, For he that deals with thee, thou'rt grown so boysterous, Must have more wits, or more lives than another, Or always be in Armour, or inchanted, Or he is miserable.

_Jac._ Your end of this, Sir?

_Fab._ My end is only mirth to laugh at thee, Which now I'll do in safety; ha, ha, ha.

_Jac. 'S heart!_ then I am grown ridiculous.

_Fab._ Thou art, And wilt be shortly sport for little Children, If thou continuest this rude stubborness.

_Jac._ O God, for any thing that had an edge!

_Fab._ Ha, ha, ha.

_Jac._ Fye, what a shame it is, To have a Lubber shew his teeth!

_Fab._ Ha, ha.

_Jac._ Why dost thou laugh at me, thou wretched fellow? Speak with a Pox; and look ye render me Just such a reason--

_Fab._ I shall dye with laughing.

_Jac._ As no man can find fault with; I shall have Another Sword, I shall, ye flearing Puppy.

_Fab._ Does not this testiness shew finely in thee? Once more take heed of Children, if they find thee, They'll break up School to bear thee Company, Thou wilt be such a pastime, and whoot at thee, And call thee Bloody-Bones, and Spade, and Spit-fire, And Gaffer Mad-man; and go by _Jeronimo_, And will with a wisp, and come aloft, and crack rope, And old Saint _Dennis_ with the dudgeon Codpiss! And twenty such names.

_Jac._ No, I think they will not.

_Fab._ Yes, but they will; and Nurses still their Children Only with thee, and here take him, _Jacomo_.

_Jac._ God's precious, that I were but over thee One Steeple height, I would fall and break thy Neck.

_Fab._ This is the reason I laugh at thee, And while thou art thus, will do; tell me one thing.

_Jac._ I wonder how thou durst thus question me; Prithee restore my Sword.

_Fab._ Tell me but one thing, And it may be I will; Nay Sir, keep out.

_Jac._ Well, I will be your fool now, speak your mind, Sir.

_Fab._ Art thou not breeding teeth?

_Jac._ How? Teeth?

_Fab._ Yes, teeth, thou wouldst not be so froward else.

_Jac._ Teeth?

_Fab._ Come, 'Twill make thee A little rheumatick, but that's all one, We'll have a Bib, for spoiling of thy Doublet; And a fring'd Muckender hang at thy Girdle, I'll be thy Nurse, and get a Coral for thee, And a fine Ring of Bells.

_Jac._ 'Faith, this is somewhat Too much, _Fabricio_, to your friend that loves you; Methinks your goodness rather should invent A way to make my follies less, than breed 'em; I should have been more moderate to you, But I see ye despise me.

_Fab._ Now I love ye, There, take your Sword: continue so; I dare not Stay now to try your patience, soon I'll meet ye, And as you love your honours, and your state, Redeem your self well to the Gentlewoman, Farewel till soon. [_Exit_ Fabricio.

_Jac._ Well, I shall think of this. [_Exit_ Jacomo.

SCENE [VI].

_Enter Host_, Piso, _and Boy with a Glass of Wine_.

_Pis._ Nothing i'th' World, but a dry'd Tongue or two--

_Host._ Taste him, and tell me.

_Pis._ Is a valiant wine, This must be mine, Host.

_Host._ This shall be _ipse_, Oh, he's a devilish biting wine, a Tyrant Where he lays hold, Sir, this is he that scorns Small Beer should quench him; or a foolish Caudle Bring him to Bed; no, if he flinch I'll shame him, And draw him out to mull amongst old Midwives.

_Piso._ There is a Souldier, I would have thee better Above the rest, because he thinks there's no man Can give him drink enough.

_Host._ What kind of man?

_Pis._ That thou mayst know him perfectly, he's one Of a left-handed making, a lank thing; As if his Belly were ta'n up with straw To hunt a match.

_Host._ Has he no Beard to shew him?

_Pis._ 'Faith, but a little, yet enough to note him, Which grows in parcels, here and there a remnant; And that thou mayst not miss him, he is one That wears his forehead in a velvet scabbard.

_Host._ That note's enough, he's mine, I'll fuddle him, Or lye i'th' suds; you will be here too?

_Pis._ Yes, 'Till soon, farewel, and bear up.

_Host._ If I do not, Say I am recreant, I'll get things ready.

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Julio, _and_ Angelo.

_Jul._ 'Tis strange thou should'st be thus, with thy discretion.

_Ang._ I am sure I am so.

_Jul._ I am well you see.

_Ang._ Keep your self warm then, and go home, & sleep, And pray [to God] thou mayst continue so; Would I had gone to th' Devil of an arrant, When I was made a fool to see her; Leave me, I am not fit for conversation.

_Jul._ Why, thou art worse than I was.

_Ang._ Therefore leave me, The nature of my sickness is not eas'd By company or counsel, I am mad, And if you follow me with questions, Shall shew my self so.

_Jul._ This is more than errour.

_Ang._ 'Pray be content, that you have made me thus, And do not wonder at me.

_Jul._ Let me know, but what you mean to do, and I am gone. I would be loth to leave you thus else.

_Ang._ Nothing That needs your fear, that is sufficient; Farewel, and pray for me.

_Jul._ I would not leave you.

_Ang._ You must, and shall.

_Jul._ I will then, would yond' Woman Had been ten fathom under ground, when first I saw her eyes.

_Ang._ Yet she had been dangerous, For to some wealthy Rock of precious stone, Or mine of Gold, as tempting, her fair Body Might have been turn'd, which once found out by labour, And brought to use, having her Spells within it, Might have corrupted States, and ruin'd Kingdoms, Which had been fearful, (Friend) go, when I see thee Next, I will be as thou art, or no more. 'Pray do not follow me, you'll make me angry.

_Jul._ Heav'n grant you may be right again.

_Ang._ Amen. [_Exeunt._