scholar. Lady, with the touch of your white hand, let me reinstate
you. [LEADS MORIA BACK TO THE STATE.] Provost, [TO ASOTUS.] begin
to me at the "Bare Accost". [A CHARGE.] Now, for the honour of my
discipline.

HED. Signior Amorphus, reflect, reflect; what means he by that
mouthed wave?

CRI. He is in some distaste of your fellow disciple.

MER. Signior, your scholar might have played well still, if he
could have kept his seat longer; I have enough of him, now. He is
a mere piece of glass, I see through him by this time.

AMO. You come not to give us the scorn, monsieur?

MER. Nor to be frighted with a face, signior. I have seen the
lions. You must pardon me. I shall be loth to hazard a reputation
with one that has not a reputation to lose.

AMO. How!

CRI. Meaning your pupil, sir.

ANA. This is that black devil there.

AMO. You do offer a strange affront, monsieur.

CRI. Sir, he shall yield you all the honour of a competent
adversary, if you please to undertake him.

MER. I am prest for the encounter.

AMO. Me! challenge me!

ASO. What, my master, sir! 'Slight, monsieur, meddle with me, do
you hear: but do not meddle with my master.

MER. Peace, good squib, go out.

CRI. And stink, he bids you.

ASO. Master!

AMO. Silence! I do accept him. Sit you down and observe. Me!
he never profest a thing at more charges.--Prepare yourself sir.
--Challenge me! I will prosecute what disgrace my hatred can
dictate to me.

CRI. How tender a traveller's spleen is! Comparison to men that
deserve least, is ever most offensive.

AMO. You are instructed in our chartel, and know our weapons?

MER. I appear not without their notice, sir.

ASO. But must I lose the prizes, master?

AMO. I will win them for you; be patient.--Lady, [TO MORIA.]
vouchsafe the tenure of this ensign.--Who shall be your stickler?

MER. Behold him. [POINTS TO CRITES.]

AMO. I would not wish you a weaker.--Sound, musics.--I provoke
you at the Bare Accost. [A CHARGE.]

PHA. Excellent comely!

CRI. And worthily studied. This is the exalted foretop.

HED. O, his leg was too much produced.

ANA. And his hat was carried scurvily.

PHI. Peace; let's see the monsieur's Accost: Rare!

PHA. Sprightly and short.

ANA. True, it is the French courteau: