Who waits within? _Ser._ Sir. _Cha._ View all these, view 'em well
Goe round a bout 'em and still view their faces,
Round about yet; See how death waits upon 'em,
For thou shall never view 'em more. _Eust._ Pray hold, Sir.
_Cha._ I cannot hold, you stand so fair before me,
I must not hold 'twill darken all my glories.
Goe to my Uncle, bid him poste to the King,
And get my pardon instantly, I have need on't.
_Eust._ Are you so unnatural? _Cha._ You shall die last Sir,
Ile talke thee dead, thou art no man to fight with.
Come, will ye come? me thinkes I've fought whole battailes.
_Cow_. We have no quarel to you, that we know on, Sir.
_Egre_. Wee'l quit the house and ask ye mercie too:
Good Ladie, let no murther be done here;
We came but to parly. _Cha_. How my sword
Thirsts after them? stand away Sweet. _Eust._ Pray Sir,
Take my submission, and I disclaime for ever.
_Cha_. Away ye poore things, ye despicable Creatures!
Doe you come poste to fetch a Ladie from me,
From a poore Schoole-boy that ye scorn'd of late?
And grow lame in your hearts when you should execute?
Pray take her, take her, I am weary of her;
What did ye bring to carrie her. _Egre_. A Coach and four horses.
_Cha_. But are they good? _Egre_. As good as _France_ can shew Sir.
_Cha_. Are you willing to leave those, and take your safeties?
Speak quickly. _Eust_. Yes with all our hearts. _Cha_. Tis done then.
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