Not a man, nor make no murmur oft I charge ye.
_Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
_Eust_. They're here, my Uncle absent, stand close to me. How do you,
Brother, with your curious story? have you not read her yet sufficiently?
_Char_. No, Brother, no; I stay yet in the Preface: the style's too hard
for you.
_Eust_. I must entreat her; she's parcel of my goods.
_Char_. She's all when you have her.
_Ang_. Hold off your hands, unmannerly, rude Sir; nor I, nor what I have
depend on you.
_Char_. Do, let her alone, she gives good counsel; do not trouble your
self with Ladies, they are too light: Let out your Land, and get a
provident Steward.
_Ang_. I cannot love ye, let that satisfie you; such vanities as you, are
to be laugh'd at.
_Eust_. Nay, then you must go; I must claim mine own.
_Both_. Away, away with her.
_Char. Let her alone, pray let her alone, [_She strikes off_
and take your Coxcomb up: Let me talk [Eustace's _hat_.
civilly a while with you, Brother. It may be on some terms I may part with
her.
_Eust_. O, is your heart come down? what are your terms, Sir? Put up, put
up.
_Char_. This is the first and chiefest; [_Snatches away his sword_]
let's walk a turn. Now stand off, fools, I advise ye, stand as far off as
you would hope for mercy: this is the first sword yet I ever handled, and
a sword's a beauteous thing to look upon; and if it hold, I shall so hunt
your insolence: 'tis sharp, I'm sure, and if I put it home, 'tis ten to
one I shall new pink your Sattins; I find I have spirit enough to dispose
of it, and will enough to make ye all examples; let me toss it round, I
have the full command on't.
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