int of burnt wine, or a sip
Of _aqua-fortis_.

_Cham._ The rogues have met with these two
Upon my life and rob'd 'em.

_La-writ._ As you are honourable Gentlemen,
Impart unto a couple of cold combatants.

_Sam._ My Lord, mine uncle as I live.

_La-writ._ Pox take him.
How that word has warm'd my mouth!

_Verta._ Why how now Cousin?
Why, why? and where man, have you been? at a Poulters
That you are cas'd thus like a rabbet? I could laugh now,
And I shall laugh, for all I have lost my Children,
Laugh monstrously.

_Cham._ What are they?

_Verta._ Give me leave Sir,
Laugh more and more, never leave laughing.

_Cham._ Why Sir?

_Verta._ Why 'tis such a thing I smell it Sir, I smell it,
Such a ridiculous thing,--

_La-writ._ Do you laugh at me my Lord?
I am very cold, but that should not be laught at.

_Cham._ What art thou?

_La-writ._ What art thou?

_Sam._ If he had his doublet.--
And his sword by his side, as a Gentleman ought to have.

_Verta._ Peace Monsieur _Sampson_.

_Cham._ Come hither little Gentleman.

_La-writ._ Base is the slave commanded: come to me.

_Verta._ This is the little advocate.

_Cham._ What advocate?

_Verta._ The little advocate that sent me a challenge,
I told you that my Nephew undertook it,
And what 'twas like to prove: now you see the issue.

_Cham._ Is this the little Lawyer?

_La-writ._ You have a sword Sir,
And I have none, you have a doublet too
That keeps you warm, and makes you merry.

_Sam._ If your Lordship knew
The nature, and the nobleness of the Gentleman,
Though he shew slight here, and at what gusts of danger
His manhood has arrived,
But that
Mens fates are foolish,
And often headlong overrun their fortunes.

_La-writ._ That little Lawyer would so prick his ears up,
And bite your honour by the nose.

_Cham._ Say you so Sir?

_La-writ._ So niggle about your grave shins Lord _Verta[ig]ne_ too.

_Sam._ No more sweet Gentleman, no more of that Sir.

_La-writ._ I will have more, I must have more.

_Verta._ Out with it.

_Sam._ Nay he is as brave a fellow.--

_Cham._ Have I caught you? [_Strikes him down._

_Verta._ Do not kill him, do not kill him.

_Cham._ No, no, no, I will not. Do you peep again?
Down down proud heart.

_Sam._ O valour,
Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee,
My Kingdom for a sword.

_Cham._ I'le sword you presently,
I'le claw your skin coat too.

_Verta._ Away good _Sampson_,
You