Or any thing like honest, to bring you off?
Ingage me like an Asse?

_Din._ Will you but hear me?

_Cler._ Expose me like a Jade to tug, and hale through,
Laugh'd at, and almost hooted? your disgraces
Invite mens Swords and angers to dispatch me.

_Din._ If you will be patient.

_Cler._ And be abus'd still: But that I have call'd thee friend,
And to that name allow a Sanctuary,
You should hear further from me, I would not talk thus:
But henceforth stand upon your own bottom, Sir,
And bear your own abuses, I scorn my sword
Should travel in so poor and empty quarrels.

_Din._ Ha' you done yet? take your whole swing of anger,
I'le bear all with content.

_Cler._ Why were you absent?

_Din._ You know I am no Coward, you have seen that,
And therefore, out of fear forsook you not:
You know I am not false, of a treacherous nature,
Apt to betray my friend, I have fought for you too;
You know no business, that concern'd my state,
My kindred, or my life.

_Cler._ Where was the fault then?

_Din._ The honour of that Lady I adore,
Her credit, and her name: ye know she sent for me,
And with what haste.

_Cler._ What was he that traduc'd?

_Din._ The man i'th' Moon, I think, hither I was sent,
But to what end--

_Enter old_ Lady.

_Cler._ This is a pretty flim-flam.

_O. La._ I am glad I have met you Sir, I have been seeking,
And seeking every where.

_Cler._ And now you have found him,
Declare what business, our Embassadour.

_O. Lady._ What's that to ye good man flouter? O Sir, my Lady.

_Din._ Prethee no more of thy Lady, I have too much on't.

_Cler._ Let me have a little, speak to me.

_Old Lady._ To you Sir?
'Tis more than time: All occasions set aside Sir,
Or whatsoever may be thought a business--

_Din._ What then?

_Old Lady._ Repair to me within this hour.

_Cler._ Where?

_O. Lady._ What's that to you? come you, Sir, when y'are sent for.

_Cler._ God a mercy _Mumpsimus_,
You may goe _Dinant_, and follow this old Fairie,
Till you have lost your self, your friends, your credit,
And Hunt away your youth in rare adventures,
I can but grieve I have known you.

_Old Lady._ Will ye goe Sir?
I come not often to you with these blessings,
You m[a]y believe that thing there, and repent it,
That dogged thing.

_Cler._ Peace touchwood.

_Din._ I will not goe:
Goe bid your Lady seek some fool to fawn on her,
Some unexperienc'd puppie to make sport with,
I have been her mirth too long,