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If an Italian blade, or Spanish metal,
Fut. Famous Don.
Fut. And, if need be, 'Twill maul one's hide, in spite of who says nay.
Guz. Dutch to a Spaniard! hold me.
Ful. Hold me too, Sirrah, if thou’rt my friend, for I love no fighting; Yet hold me, lest in pity I fly off: If I must fight, I must; in a scurvy quarrel I defy he’s and she's: twit me with Dutch! Hang Dutch and French, hang Spanish and Italians, Christians and Turks. Pew-waw, all's one to me! I know what's what, I know upon which side My bread is butter'd.
Guz. Butter'd? Dutch again! You come not with intention to affront us? Ful. Front me no fronts; if thou be’st angry,
squabbleHere's my defence, and thy destruction.
[Whistles a charge. If friends, shake hands, and go with me to dinner. Guz. We will embrace the motion, it doth re
lish. The cavaliero treats on terms of honour; Peace is not to be baulk'd on fair conditions.
Fut. Still Don is Don the great.
Piero. He shews the greatness Of his vast stomach in the quick embracement Of th' other's dinner.
Fut. 'Twas the ready means To catch his friendship.
Piero. You're a pair of worthies,
Fut. Now, since fate
Piero. And, till then,
Guz. We are fast.
Ful. I vow a match; I'll feast the Don to-day, And fast with him to-morrow,
Guz. Fair conditions.
ADURNI, SPINELLA, AMORETTA, and CASTANNA
pass over the Stage.
Adur. Futelli and Piero, follow speedily.
. Fut. We shall soon return.
[Exeunt all but Ful. and Guz.
Ful. What's that I saw ?-a sound.
, As any
o' the twelve Cæsars. Ful. Gulls or Moguls, Tag, rag, or other, hogen-mogen, vanden, Skip-jacks, or chouses. Whoo! the brace are
Guz. The valiant will stand to't.
Guz. March on with greediness. [Exeunt.
A Room in the House of Martino.
Enter MARTINO and LEVIDOLCHE.
Mart. You cannot answer what a general tongue Objects against your folly; I may curse The interest you lay claim to in my blood.
4 Skip-jacks, or chouses.] Turkish officers, Sanjiaks and Chiouses ; the last term we have naturalized. As a verb, it means to cheat, to defraud; as a substantive, a dexterous rogue, a swindler. See Mass. and Jonson, vol. iv. p. 27.
Your mother, my dear niece, did die, I thought,
Lev. Sir, consider
Mart. Lepidolche, Hypocrisy puts on a holy robe, Yet never changeth nature; call to mind, How, in your girl's days, you fell, forsooth, In love, and married,-married (hark ye!) whom? A trencher-waiter; shrewd preferment! but Your childhood then excused that fault; for so Footmen have run away with lusty heirs, And stable-grooms reach'd to some fair one's
chambers. Lev. Pray let not me be bandied, sir, and baffled, By your intelligence.
Mart. So touch'd to the quick!
your infamy: in colour
Provided you my care, nay, justified
Lev. What then?
Mart. I more shame
Mart. Were you modest, The word you utter'd last would force a blush. Adurni is a bounteous lord, 'tis said, He parts with gold and jewels like a free And liberal purchaser! he wriggles in To ladies' pleasures by a right of pension; But you know none of this ! you are grown a ta
vern-talk, Matters for fiddlers’ songs. I toil to build The credit of my family, and you To pluck up the foundation: even this morning, Before the common-council, young Malfato(Convented for some lands he held, supposed Belong’d to certain orphans,) as I question'd His tenure in particulars, he answer'd, My worship needed not to flaw his right; For if the humour held him, he could make A jointure to my over-loving niece, Without oppression; bade me tell her too,