Sir, there's a Gentleman without would speak with you.
_Elder Lo_. Bid him come in.
_Enter_ Welford.
_Wel_. By your leave Sir.
_Elder Lo_. You are welcome, what's your will Sir?
_Wel_. Have you forgotten me?
_Elder Lo_. I do not much remember you.
_Wel_. You must Sir. I am that Gentleman you pleas'd to wrong, in your
disguise, I have inquired you out.
_Elder Lo_. I was disguised indeed Sir if I wrong'd you, pray where and
when?
_Wel_. In such a Ladies house, I need not name her.
_Elder Lo_. I do remember you, you seem'd to be a Sutor to that Lady?
_Wel_. If you remember this, do not forget how scurvily you us'd me: that
was no place to quarrel in, pray you think of it; if you be honest you
dare fight with me, without more urging, else I must provoke ye.
_Elder Lo_. Sir I dare fight, but never for a woman, I will not have her
in my cause, she's mortal, and so is not my anger: if you have brought a
nobler subject for our Swords, I am for you; in this I would be loth to
prick my Finger. And where you say I wrong'd you, 'tis so far from my
profession, that amongst my fears, to do wrong is the greatest: credit me
we have been both abused, (not by our selves, for that I hold a spleen, no
sin of malice, and may with man enough be best forgoten,) but by that
willfull, scornful piece of hatred, that much forgetful Lady: for whose
sake, if we should leave our reason, and run on upon our sense, like
_Rams_, the little world of good men would laugh at us, and despise us,
fixing upon our desperate memories the never-worn out names of Fools and
Fencers.
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