_Lam._ The more trust you commit, the more care still, Goodness and vertue shall attend my will.
_Cham._ Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains.
We have our honours home, and they their pains. [_Exeunt omnes._
_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._
_Enter_ Cleremont, Dinant.
_Din._ It holds, they will go thither.
_Cler._ To their Summer-house?
_Din._ Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliction, Only to insult upon our miseries.
_Cler._ Are you provided?
_Din._ Yes, yes.
_Cler._ Throughly?
_Din._ Throughly.
_Cler._ Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you.
_Din._ At such an hour.
_Cler._ Have I a memory?
A Cause, and Will to do? thou art so sullen--
_Din._ And shall be, till I have a fair reparation.
_Cler._ I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune, Which if I come so near again: I say nothing, But if I sweat not in another fashion-- O, a delicate Wench.
_Din._ 'Tis certain a most handsome one.
_Cler._ And me thought the thing was angry with it self too It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you, I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart, And my hour is come.
_Din._ Miss not your time.
_Cler._ I dare not. [_Exeunt severally._
_Enter_ Sampson, _and a Gentleman_.
_Gent._ I presume, Sir, you now need no instruction, But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman; You bear your Uncles cause.
_Sam._ Do not disturb me, I understand my cause, and the right carriage.
_Gent._ Be not too b.l.o.o.d.y.
_Sam._ As I find my enemy; if his sword bite, If it bite, Sir, you must pardon me.
_Gent._ No doubt he is valiant, He durst not undertake else,
_Sam._ He's most welcome, As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else.
_Gent._ But say he should relent.
_Sam._ He dies relenting, I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting, If he pray, praying, _ipso facto_, praying, Your honourable way admits no prayer, And if he fight, he falls, there's his _quietus_.
_Gent._ Y'are n.o.bly punctual, let's retire and meet 'em, But still, I say, have mercy.
_Samp._ I say, honour. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote _and a Servant_.
_Lam._ Will not you go sweet-heart?
_Champ._ Go? I'le fly with thee.
I stay behind?
_Lam._ My Father will be there too, And all our best friends.
_Beau._ And if we be not merry, We have hard luck, Lady.
_Verd._ Faith let's have a kind of play.
_Cham._ What shall it be?
_Verd._ The story of _Dinant_.
_Lam._ With the merry conceits of _Cleremont_, His Fits and Feavers.
_Ana._ But I'le lie still no more.
_Lam._ That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport, And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it!
Have you given order for the Coach?
_Charl._ Yes, Madam.
_Cham._ My easie Nag, and padd.
_Serv._ 'Tis making ready.
_Champ._ Where are your Horses?