Chapter 68

_Enter_ Falatius _and_ Labree.

_Fal_. Wert thou never valiant, _Labree_?

_Lab_. Yes, Sir, before I serv’d you, and since too: I Am provok’d to give you proofs on’t sometimes; For when I am angry I am a very Hector.

_Fal_. Ay, the Devil when a body’s angry, but that’s Not the Valour in mode; Men fight now a-days Without that, and even embrace whilst they draw Their Swords on one another.

_Lab_. Ay, Sir, those are Men that despise their lives.

_Fal_. Why, that’s it, _Labree_, that I would learn to do, And which I fear, nothing but Poverty will make me do; _Jove_ defend me from that experiment.

_Enter_ Erminia _veil’d with a thin Tiffany_.

_Lab_. What’s the matter, Sir? Does the fit take you now?

_Fal_. Save us, save us, from the Fiend.

_Lab_. A Ghost, a Ghost! O, O, O!

[_They fall shaking on the ground_.

_Er_. This was a happy mistake, Now I may pass with safety. [_Ex_.

_Fal_. Look up, _Labree_, if thou hast any of that Courage thou spakest of but now.

_Lab_. I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray.

_Fal_. Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards.

_Lab_. Rise, Sir, ‘tis gone.

_Fal_. This was worse than the fright _Alcander_ put Me into by much.

[_They rise and go out_.