Mar. You will not kill him?

Bos. You shall pardon me;

I have that within me must not be provok'd,

There be some living now that have been kill'd
For lesser matters.

Mar. Some living that have been kill'd!

Bos. I mean some living that have seen examples, Not to confront nobility; and I

Am sensible of my honour.

Mar. His name is

Sir Ambrose.

Bos. Lamount: a knight of yesterday,

And he shall die to-morrow; name another.

Mar. Not so fast, sir; you must take some breath. Bos. I care no more for killing half a dozen Knights of the lower house; I mean that are not Descended from nobility, than I do

To kick any footman; an' Sir Ambrose were
Knight of the Sun, king Oberon should not save him,
Nor his queen Mab.

Enter SIR AMBROSE LAMOUNT.

Mar. Unluckily he's here, sir.

Bos. Sir Ambrose,

How does thy knighthood? ha!

Amb. My nymph of honour, well; I joy to see thee. Bos. Sir Marmaduke tells me thou art suitor to

Lady Lucina.

Amb. I have ambition

To be her servant.

Bos. Hast? thou'rt a brave knight, and I commend

Thy judgement.

Amb. Sir Marmaduke himself leans that way too.

Bos. Why didst conceal it? Come, the more the merrier. But I could never see you there.

Mar. I hope,

Sir, we may live.

Bos. I'll tell you, gentlemen,

Cupid has given us all one livery;

I serve that lady too; you understand me:
But who shall carry her, the fates determine;
I could be knighted too.

Amb. That would be no addition to

Your blood.

Bos. I think it would not; so my lord told me;
Thou know'st my lord, not the earl, my other
Cousin; there's a spark his predecessors
Have match'd into the blood; you understand
He put me upon this lady; I proclaim
No hopes; pray let's together, gentlemen;
If she be wise-I say no more; she shall not
Cost me a sigh, nor shall her love engage me
To draw a sword, I have vow'd that.

Mar. You did but jest before.

Amb. "Twere pity that one drop

Of your heroic blood should fall to th' ground:
Who knows but all your cousin lords may die.

Mar. As I believe them not immortal, sir.
Amb. Then you are gulf of honour, swallow all,
May marry some queen yourself, and get princes

To furnish the barren parts of Christendom.

Enter SOLOMON.

Sol. Sir Marmaduke! in private: my lady would

Speak with you.

[aside to Sir Marmaduke.

Amb. 'Tis her servant, what's the matter?

Bos. I hope he is not sent for.

Sol. But come alone, I shall be troubled

With their inquiries, but I'll answer 'em.
Amb. Solomon !

Sol. My lady would speak with you, sir.
Amb. Me?

[takes him aside.

Sol. Not too loud; I was troubled with Sir Marmaduke.

Mar. This is good news.

Bos. I do not like this whispering.

[aside.

Sol. [to Sir Amb.] Forget not the time, and to come alone.

Has a great mind to speak with you.

Little do these imagine how she honours you.

Bos. If I fail, may the surgeon,

When he opens the next vein, let out all my honorable

blood:

There's for thy pains; what thou shalt be hereafter

Time shall declare; but this must be conceal'd.

Amb. You look pleasant.

[exit Solomon.

Mar. No, no; I have no cause; you smile, Sir Ambrose.

Amb. Who, I?-The Colonel.

Enter the COLONEL.

Mar. But of our file, another of her suitors,

Amb. Noble Colonel.

Col. My honoured knights, and men of lusty kindred. Bos. Good morrow.

Col. Morrow to all gentlemen: I'll tell you

Who is return'd.

Amb. From whence?

Col. A friend of ours that went to travel.

Mar. Who, who?

Col. I saw him within these three minutes, and know not how I lost him again; he's not far off: d'ye keep a catalogue of your debts?

Bos. What debts?

Col. Such dulness in your memory! there was About six months ago a gentleman

That was persuaded to sell all his land,

And to put the money out most wisely,

To have five for one at his return from Venice:

The shotten herring is hard by.

Amb. Jack Freshwater! I'll not see him yet.
Bos. Must we pay him?

Col. It will be for your honour; marry, we,

Without much stain, may happily compound,

And pay him nothing.

Enter FRESHWATER, MONSIEUR LE FRISKE, and GUDGEON.

Here comes the thing!

With what formality he treads, and talks,
And manageth a toothpick like a statesman.
Amb. How he's transform'd!

Mar. Is not his soul Italian ?

Bos. I'll not bid him welcome home..

Amb. Nor I.

Mar. What's the other rat that's with him?

Col. D'ye not know him; 'tis the court dancing weasel. Mar. A dancer, and so gay!

Col. A mere French footman, sir; does he not look Like a thing come off o'th' saltcellar?

Mar. A dancer?

I would allow him gay about the legs,

But why his body should exceed decorum,
Is a sin o'th' state.

Fres. That's all

I can inform you of their dance in Italy;
Marry, that very morning I left Venice,
I had intelligence of a new device.

[to Le Friske.

Le Fris. For the dance, Monsieur ?
Fres. Si, signior: I know not
What countryman invented, but they say
There be chopinoes made with such rare art,
That, worn by a lady, when she means to dance,
Shall with their very motion sound forth music,
And by a secret sympathy with their tread
Strike any tune, that without other instrument,
Their feet both dance and play.

Le Fris. Your lodging, Monsieur ?
That when I have leisure I may dare