ome part of your profession,
Before that most of you ere suck'd, I know it,
I have rode hard, and late too.

_Verta._ Take heed, Sir.

_Cham._ Then use me like a Brother of the Trade,
For I have been at Sea, as you on land are,
Restore my Matrimony undefil'd,
Wrong not my Neece, and for our gold or silver,
If I pursue you, hang me.

_Nurs._ 'Tis well offer'd,
And as I said, sweet Gentlemen, with sowre faces,
If you are high, and want some sport, or so,
(As living without action here, you may do)
Forbear their tender grissels, they are meat
Will wash away, there is no substance in it,
We that are expert in the game, and tough too,
Will hold you play.

_Enter_ Dinant _and_ Cleremont.

_1 Gent._ This Hen longs to be troden.

_Din._ Lackey, my Horse.

_Cler._ This way, I heard the cries
Of distress'd Women.

_2 Gent._ Stand upon your guard.

_Din._ Who's here? my witty, scornful Lady-plot
In the hands of Ruffians?

_Cler._ And my fine cold virgin,
That was insensible of man, and woman?

_Din._ Justice too,
Without a sword to guard it self?

_Cler._ And valour with its hands bound?

_Din._ And the great Souldier dull?
Why this is strange.

_Lam._ _Dinant_ as thou art noble--

_Ana._ As thou art valiant _Cleremont_--

_Lam._ As ever I appear'd lovely--

_Ana._ As you ever hope
For what I would give gladly--

_Cler._ Pretty conjurations.

_Lam._ All injuries a little laid behind you.

_Ana._ Shew your selves men, and help us.

_Din._ Though your many
And gross abuses of me should more move me
To triumph in your miseries than relieve you,--
Yet that hereafter you may know that I
The scorn'd and despis'd _Dinant_, know what does
Belong to honour, thus--

_Cler._ I will say little, [_Fight._
Speak thou for me.

_Cham._ 'Tis bravely fought.

_Verta._ Brave tempers,
To do thus for their enemies.

_Cham._ They are lost yet.

_1 Gent._ You that would rescue others, shall now feel
What they were born to.

_2 Gent._ Hurry them away. [_Ex. Manent_ Vert. _and_ Champernel.

_Cham._ That I could follow them.

_Verta._ I only can lament my fortune, and desire of heaven
A little life for my revenge.

_Cham._ The Provost
Shall fire the woods, but I will find 'em out,
No cave, no rock, nor hell shall keep them from
My searching vengeance.

_Enter_ La-writ, _and_ Sampson.

_La-writ._ O cold! O fearfull cold! plague of all seconds.

_Samp._ O for a p