hey were
mistaken in me, for I am counted as pretty a Merchant as any walks the
Change; can write a very plain Hand, and cast Account as well-- my man
_Gload_-- can't I, Sirrah?

_Glo._ Yes indeed, forsooth, can he.

_Hau._ Egad, a Fool, a Fop, quoth ye-- [Walks angry.

_Olin._ By all means flatter him, Madam.

_Euph._ I'm satisfy'd, Sir.

_Hau._ I care not whether you are or no, for I shall have you whether
you will or no, mun.

_Euph._ 'Tis very likely; but there is a certain troublesome Fellow in
love with me, that has made me vow whenever I marry to ask him leave.

_Hau._ How, ask his leave? I scorn to ask any Body's leave, I tell you
that, tho 'twere my Mistress--

_Euph._ I cannot marry you then.

_Hau._ How, not marry me? look here now: [Ready to cry.
_Gload_, can't you marry, and let no living Soul know it?

_Euph._ Oh no, Sir, I love your Life better, which would be indanger'd.

_Hau._ Why, what a cursed Custom you have in _Spain_, a Man can neither
marry, nor console his Neighbour's Wife without having his Throat cut.
Why, what if he will not give you leave?

_Euph._ Why, then you must fight him.

_Hau._ How! fight him, I fight him!

Glo. Why, yes, Sir, you know you can fight, you try'd but this very
Morning--

_Hau._ Softly, you damn'd Rogue, not a Word of my Prowess aloud.
_Salerimente_, I shall be put to fight when I am sober, shall I, for
your damn'd prating, ye Rascal?

_Euph._ I am glad you have that good Quality.

[_Olinda_ speaking to _Gload_, pushes him to speak.

_Glo._ Ay, Madam-- my Master-- has many more:
But if you please to tell him his Rival's Name--

_Hau._ I'll have your Ears for this, Sirrah, the next time I'm soundly
drunk, and you know that won't be long.
[Aside.
Lord, Madam, my Man knows not what he says.
Ye Rascal, say I have no Courage-- or I will drink my self to the
Miracle of Valour, and exercise it all on thee.

_Glo._ I know what I do, Sir, you had Courage this Morning, is the Fit
over?

_Hau._ Have I not slept since, you Rogue, have I not?

_Glo._ I have a trick to save your Honour, Sir, and therefore I will
stand in't you have Courage.

_Hau._ A Pox of your Trick, the Rogue knows I dare not chastise him now,
for fear they should think I have Valour.

_Glo._ Madam, my Master's modest, but tell him who 'tis he must fight
with--

_Hau._ Oh, for a Tun of Rhenish-- that I might abundantly beat thee--

_Euph._ Your Rival's Name