he Town thou dar'st not go.

_Ant._ Perhaps I had been kinder to you,
Had you continu'd still to give me that--
Might have begot a Passion in me.

_Hip._ I have too much Repentance for that Sin,
To increase it, at the Price of being belov'd by thee.

_Ant._ Consider what you do, this Place is silent,
And far from any thing that may assist you.
Come lead me to the Covert of this Grove.
[Takes her rudely.

Enter _Haunce_ and _Gload_ drunk; _Haunce_ seeing them, offers to
go out again.

_Glo._ Hold, hold, Sir, why do you run away?

_Hau._ Thou Fool, dost not see the Reason?

_Glo._ I see a Man and a Lady, Sir.

_Hau._ Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers;
Or some that are going to do the deed of Love.

_Ant._ How! Men here? Your Business.

_Hau._ Prithee, Friend, do not trouble your self with ours, but follow
your own; my Man is a little saucy in his Drink indeed, but I am sober
enough to understand how things go.

_Ant._ Leave us then.

_Hau._ Leave us then-- good Words, good Words, Friend; for look ye, I am
in a notable Humour at present, and will be intreated.

_Glo._ Yes, Sir, we will be intreated.

_Ant._ Pray leave us then.

_Hau._ That's something-- but hark ye, Friend, say a Man had a mind to
put in for a share with you.

_Ant._ Rude Slaves, leave us.

_Hau._ Ha, Slaves!

_Glo._ Slaves said you, Sir? hah--

_Hip._ Oh, as you're a Gentleman, assist me. [To _Haunce_.

_Hau._ Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not have his Abilities
call'd in question; otherwise I am amorous enough to do thee a kindness.
[Offers still to go, she holds him.

_Hip._ Sir, you mistake me; this is a Ravisher--

_Hau._ A Ravisher! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse for that? No, no,
I beg your Pardon, Madam.

_Hip._ Have you no Manhood, Sir?

_Glo._ She is in earnest; now if I durst stay, how I would domineer over
my Master; I never try'd perhaps, I may be valiant thus inspir'd. Lady,
I am your Champion, who dares ravish you, or me either?

_Ant._ Rascal, unhand her.
[He comes up to them, _Gload_ puts the Lady before him.

_Hau._ How now, _Gload_ ingag'd! nay, I scorn to be out-done by my Man.
Sirrah, march off with the Baggage, whilst I secure the Enemy.

_Ant._ Rash Man, what mean you?

_Hau._ I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away with the Wench,
or look you--

_Ant._ Unmanner'd Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness.
[Goes up to him with his Dagger