Act V. Scene II.
BY your worships fauour—
Nay, keepe out, sir, I know not your pretence, you send me word, sir, you are a souldier: why, sir, you shall bee answer'd, here, here be them haue beene amongst souldiers. Sir, your pleasure.
Faith, sir, so it is, this gentleman, and my selfe, haue beene most vnciuilly wrong'd, and beaten, by one DOWNE-RIGHT, a course fellow, about the towne, here, and for mine owne part, I protest, being a man, in no sort, giuen to this filthie humour of quarrelling, he hath a••••aulted mee in the way of my peace; dispoil'd mee of mine honor; dis-arm'd mee of my weapons; and rudely, laid me along, in the open streets: when, I not so much as once offer'd to resist him.
O, gods precious! is this the souldier? here, take my armour of quickly, 'twill make him swonne, I feare; hee is not ••it to looke on't, that will put vp a blow.
An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace.
Why, and he were, sir, his hands were not bound, were they?
There's one of the varlets of the citie, sir, ha's brought two gentlemen, here, one, vpon your worships warrant.
My warrant?
Yes, sir. The officer say's, procur'd by these two.
Bid him, come in. Set by this picture. What, Mr. DOWNE-RIGHT! are you brought at Mr. FRESH-WATERS suite, here!