_Bri._ Seek not the ruine
O' my reputation, _Andrew_. _And._ Tis for your credit,
Monsieur _Brisac_ printed in capital letters,
Then pasted upon all the posts in _Paris_.
_Bri._ No mercy, _Andrew_? _And._ O, it will proclaim you
From th' Citie to the Court, and prove sport royal.
_Bri._ Thou shall keep thy Farm. _Mir._ He does afflict him rarely.
_And._ You trouble me. Then his intent arriving,
The vizard of his hypocrisie poll'd off
To the Judge criminal. _Bri._ O, I am undone.
_And._ Hee's put out of Commission with disgrace,
And held uncapable of bearing Office
Ever hereafter. This is my revenge,
And this Ile put in practice. _Bri._ Doe but heare me.
_And._ To bring me back from my Grammer to my horne-book,
It is unpardonable. _Bri._ Do not play the Tyrant;
Accept of composition. _Lil._ Heare him, _Andrew_.
_And._ What composition? _Bri._ Ile confirme thy farme,
And add unto't an hundred acres more
Adjoyning to it. _And._ Umb, This mollifies,
But y'are so fickle: and will again denie this,
There being no witness by. _Bri._ Call any witness,
Ile presently assure it. _And._ Say you so,
Troth there's a friend of mine Sir, within hearing,
That is familiar with all that's past,
His testimonie will be authentical.
_Bri._ will he be secret? _And._ You may tye his tongue up.
As you would doe your purse-strings. _Br._ _Miramont. M._ Ha, Ha, Ha.
_And._ this is my witness.
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