ese scoffs
With your best blood: help me once noble anger,
(Nay stir not, I alone must right my self)
And with one leg transport me, to correct
These scandalous praters: O that noble wounds [_Falls._
Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jear me too?
I got these, not as you do, your diseases
In Brothels, or with riotous abuse
Of wine in Taverns; I have one leg shot,
One arm disabled, and am honour'd more,
By losing them, as I did, in the face
Of a brave enemy, than if they were
As when I put to Sea; you are _French-men_ only,
In that you have been laied, and cur'd, goe to:
You mock my leg, but every bone about you,
Makes you good Almanack-makers, to foretell
What weather we shall have.

_Din._ Put up your Sword.

_Cler._ Or turn it to a Crutch, there't may b[e] usefull,
And live on the relation to your Wife
Of what a brave man you were once.

_Din._ And tell her,
What a fine vertue 'tis in a young Lady
To give an old man pap.

_Cler._ Or hire a Surgeon
To teach her to roul up your broken limbs.

_Din._ To make a Pultess, and endure the scent
Of oils, and nasty Plasters.

_Verta._ Fie Sir, fie,
You that have stood all dangers of all kinds, to
Yield to a Rivalls scoffe?

_Lamira._ Shed tears upon
Your Wedding day? this is unmanly Gentlemen.

_Champ._ They are tears of anger: O that I should live
To play the woman thus! All powerfull heaven,
Restore me, but one hour, that strength again,
That I had once, to chastise in these men
Their folies, and ill manners, and that done,
When you please, I'le yield up the fort of life,
And do it gladly.

_Cler._ We ha' the better of him,
We ha' made him cry.

_Verdo._ You shall have satisfaction.
And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me.

_Beaup._ I say no more, you have a Brother, Sister,
This is your wedding day, we are in the street,
And howsoever they forget their honour,
'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example.

_Vert._ If there be Laws in _Paris_, look to answer
This insolent affront.

_Cler._ You that live by them,
Study 'em for heavens sake; for my part I know not
Nor care not what they are. Is the[re] ought else
That you would say;

_Din._ Nothing, I have my ends.
_Lamira_ weeps, I have said too much I fear;
So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot
Endure to see her tears. [_Exeunt_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont.

_Champ._ See you perform it,
And do it like my Nephew.

_Verdo._ If I fail in't
Ne'r know me more, Cousin _Beaupre_.

_Cham