will beate you.

_2_.

Pray use your pleasure Sir, you seem to be a gentleman.

_Lig_.

Thus Captaine _Bessus_, thus; thus twinge your nose, thus kicke
you, and thus tread you.

_Bess_.

I doe beseech you yeeld your cause Sir quickly.

_Lig_.

Indeed I should have told you that first.

_Bess_.

I take it so.

_1_.

Captaine, a should indeed, he is mistaken:

_Lig_.

Sir you shall have it quickly, and more beating,
You have stolne away a Lady Captaine Coward,
And such a one.

_Bes_.

Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir,
I never yet stole any living thing
That had a tooth about it.

_Lig_.

Sir I know you dare lie
With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir.

_Bes_.

My meanes and manners never could attempt
Above a hedge or hey-cocke.

_Lig_.

Sirra that quits not me, where is this Ladie,
Doe that you doe not use to doe, tell truth,
Or by my hand Ile beat your Captaines braines out.
Wash um, and put um in againe, that will I.

_Bes_.

There was a Ladie Sir, I must confesse
Once in my charge: the Prince _Tigranes_ gave her
To my guard for her safetie, how I usd her
She may her selfe report, shee's with the Prince now:
I did but waite upon her like a Groome,
Which she will testifie I am sure: If not,
My braines are at your service when you please Sir,
And glad I have um for you?

_Lig_.

This is most likely, Sir I aske your pardon,
And am sorrie I was so intemperate.

_Bes_.

Well, I can aske no more, you would thinke it strange Now to have
me beat you at first sight.

_Lig_.

Indeed I would but I know your goodnes can forget
Twentie beatings. You must forgive me.

_Bes_.

Yes, ther's my hand, goe where you will, I shall thinke
You a valiant fellow for all this.

_Lig_.

My daughter is a Whore,
I feele it now too sencible; yet I will see her,
Discharge my selfe of being Father to her,
And then backe to my Countrie, and there die;
Farewell Captaine.

_Exit_.

_Bes_.

Farewell Sir, farewell, commend me to the Gentlewoman I praia.

_1_.

How now Captaine, beare up man.

_Bes_.

Gentlemen ath' sword your hands once more, I have
Beene kickt againe, but the foolish fellow is penitent,
Has ask't me mercy, and my honor's safe.

_2_.

We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better a kick't
His Grandsire.
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