The hectors, or, The false challenge a comedy written in the year MDCLV, the scene, London.

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The hectors, or, The false challenge a comedy written in the year MDCLV, the scene, London.
Author
Prestwich, Edmund, fl. 1650-1651.
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London :: Printed for G. Bedel and T. Collins, and are to be sold at their shop ...,
1656.
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SCENE III.

Enter Welbred and La-gul, Welbred reading of a Letter.
Wel.

What should this mean?

Aside.

Well (Sir) you will be pleased to tell you friend, I shall not fail at the appointed time: and place.— You are not ignorant, I suppose, of the business.

La.

Sir?

Wel.

I say, I will not fail to meet him.—

La.

Upon my honour (Sir) I cannot guess your meaning, I was only desired to deliver it unto you.

Wel.

You will know more then I believe; for certainly you are the friend he means to bring along with him.

La.

I the friend! —Really, as I am a Gentleman, I do not appre∣hend you.

Wel.

No? that is strange; why the Gentleman doth challenge me.

La.

'Sfoot, am I falling into another Del?

Wel.

But you say, you know nothing?—

La.

Upon my reputation, not I.

Wel.

Well (Sir) Your Servat. I mst go find ot what this doth mean.

Exit.

La.

Well, certainly in the end I shall be weary of this same Ho∣nour, it is such a dangerous thing; I am no sooner out of the haz∣zard of one quarrel, but straight I run into another; I cannot do a∣nything, scarce move, or stir, or speak, but it is ready to bring me indanger of a Duel; one quarrel I fell into yesterday, another to day, and now they are drawing me into a third. Well, to prevent them, I will e'en take a Coach and go with my little new Mstresse to Hide Park as I promised her.

Exit.

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