_Dub._ Well Sir, the end will shew it, what's that, a challenge?
_Long._ Yes, where's _Orleance_? though we fight in jest, he must meet with _Amiens_ in earnest,--fall off, we are discovered; my horse _garson_; ha!
_Dub._ Were it not in a house, and in his presence, To whom I owe all duty--
_Long._ What would it do? prate as it does? but be as far from striking, as he that owes it _Orleance_.
_Long._ I think thou art his Porter, Set here to answer creditors, that his Lordship Is not within, or takes the diet: I am sent, And will grow here until I have an answer, Not to demand a debt of money, but To call him to a strict account for wrong Done to the honors of a Gentleman, Which nothing but his heart-bloud shall wash off.
_Long._ And more, that if [I] may not Have access to him, I will fix this here To his disgrace and thine.
_Long._ Then have the copies of it pasted on posts, Like Pamphlet Titles, that sue to be sold; Have his disgrace talk for Tobacco-shops, His picture baffled.
_Dub._ All respect away, wer't in a Church-- [_draw both._
_Long._ What are you rouz'd? I hope your Lordship can read (though he stain not his birth with Scholar-ship) doth it not please you now? if you are a right _Mounsieur_, muster up the rest of your attendance, which is a Page, a Cook, a Pander, Coach-man, and a Footman, in these days a great Lords train, pretending I am unworthy to bring you a challenge, instead of answering it, have me kick'd.
_Long._ I dare you all to touch me, I'll not stand still, What answer?
_Orl._ That thou hast done to _Amiens_ The office of a faithful friend, which I Would cherish in thee, were he not my foe, How ever since on honourable terms He calls me forth, say I will meet with him, And by _Dubois_ e'r Sun-set make him know The time and place, my swords length, and what ever Scruple of circumstance he can expect.
_Long._ This answer comes unlookt for, fare you well, Finding your temper thus, wou'd I had said less. [_Exit._
_Dub._ My Lord, 'twill hold, And in all dangers prove it self true Gold. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Laverdine, La-poop, Malicorn, _servant_.
_Ser._ I will acquaint my Lady with your coming. Please you repose your selves here.
_Mal._ There's a Tester, nay, now I am a wooer, I must be bountiful.