ACT IV. SCENE III

_Bis._ Suppose I take through Germany and drink harder than you?

_Dur._ Suppose I go to a bawdy house?

_Bis._ Suppose I show you the way?

_Dur._ 'Sdeath, woman! will you go to the guard with me, and smoke a pipe?

_Bis._ Allons donc!

_Dur._ The devil's in the woman!--Suppose I hang myself?

_Bis._ There I'll leave you.

_Dur._ And a happy riddance: the gallows is welcome.

_Bis._ Hold, hold, sir, [_Catches him by the Arm, going._] one word before we part.

_Dur._ Let me go, madam,--or I shall think that you're a man, and, perhaps, may examine you.

_Bis._ Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [_He frowns upon her._] Now a languishing sigh: [_He groans._] Now run, and take my fan,--faster. [_He runs, and takes it up._] Now play with it handsomely.

_Dur._ Ay, ay. [_He tears it all in pieces._

_Bis._ Hold, hold, dear, humorous coxcomb! Captain, spare my fan, and I'll--Why, you rude, inhuman monster! don't you expect to pay for this?

_Dur._ Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that is the price on't.

_Bis._ Sir, it cost a guinea.

_Dur._ Well, madam, you shall have the sticks again. [_Throws them to her, and exit._

_Bis._ Ha! ha! ha! ridiculous, below my concern! I must follow him, however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana. [_Exit._