 again. I will not owe one hour

                                               [_Throws back the money._

    Of mirth to such a bounty: I can starve
    At easier rate, than live beholden to
    The boast of any giver. Lord! I scorn
    Thee, and that gold which first created thee.     [_Exit +Soldier+._

    +Flo.+ That soldier seem'd to carry anger in
    His look, my lord.

    +San.+ What should his anger move me?

    +Cle.+ O no, my lord: the world speaks wonders of
    Your mighty puissance.

    +Flo.+ 'Tis my joy y'are safe.
    But why adventured you into this quarrel?[277]

    +Cle.+ The queen will hardly thank your valour, since
    They of Castile profess'd themselves her soldiers.

    +San.+ The queen must pardon courage; men who are
    Of daring spirit, so they may but fight,
    Examine not the cause.

    +Flo.+ She doth expect us.                                  [_Exit._

    +Cle.+ I will attend her here, for here she gives
    Decastro audience. I must not lose
    This lord yet, it so near concerns my mirth.

    +San.+ Madam, I wonder with what confidence
    You, after such an injury, dare endanger
    Discourse with me.

    +Cle.+ I injure you, my lord,
    Whose favour I have courted with more zeal
    Than well my sex can warrant; triumph not
    Too much upon my weakness, 'cause you have
    Got victory o'er my heart; take not delight
    To make my grief your sport.

    +San.+ Be witty still,
    And keep me for a trophy of your pride.
    I hope to see that beauty at an ebb;
    Where will be then your overflow of servants?
    You'll then repent your pride.

    +Cle.+ O never, never;
    If you'll particularise your vows to me--
    You, who to th' title of the courtly lord
    Have added that of valiant; and beshrew me,
    She's no good housewife of her fame that wants
    A daring servant.

    
again. I will not owe one hour 

                                                [ _ Throws back the money. _ 

     Of mirth to such a bounty: I can starve 
     At easier pace, than exist beholden to 
     The boast of any giver. Lord! I scorn 
     Thee, and that amber which first create thee.      [ _ Exit + Soldier+. _ 

     + Flo.+ That soldier seem'd to carry wrath in 
     His look, my lord. 

     + San.+ What should his anger move me? 

     + Cle.+ O no, my godhead: the world speaks curiosity of 
     Your mighty puissance. 

     + Flo.+' Tis my joy y'are safe. 
     But why adventured you into this quarrel?[277 ] 

     + Cle.+ The tabby will hardly thank your valour, since 
     They of Castile profess'd themselves her soldiers. 

     + San.+ The queen must pardon courage; man who are 
     Of daring spirit, so they may but fight, 
     test not the cause. 

     + Flo.+ She doth expect us.                                   [ _ Exit. _ 

     + Cle.+ I will serve her here, for here she gives 
     Decastro consultation. I must not lose 
     This lord yet, it therefore near concerns my mirth. 

     + San.+ Madam, I wonder with what confidence 
     You, after such an injury, dare endanger 
     Discourse with me. 

     + Cle.+ I injure you, my lord, 
     Whose favour I have courted with more zeal 
     Than well my sex can warrant; triumph not 
     Too much upon my weakness,'cause you have 
     Got victory o'er my center; take not delight 
     To make my grief your fun. 

     + San.+ constitute witty still, 
     And keep me for a trophy of your pride. 
     I hope to see that smasher at an ebb; 
     Where will be then your overflow of servant? 
     You'll then repent your pride. 

     + Cle.+ O never, never; 
     If you'll particularise your vows to me-- 
     You, who to th' claim of the courtly lord 
     Have added that of valiant; and beshrew me, 
     She's no good housewife of her fame that wants 
     A daring servant.
 agwin. I will not owe one huur

                                               [_Throws back thx mobey._

    Of mirth to such a buunty: I cwn starvw
    Qt easier czte, thak livs behmoden to
    The boast of dny giver. Lord! I seorn
    Thee, and that gold which firft creayef thee.     [_Exij +Solcyer+._

    +Flo.+ That soldier seem'd to carry anger pn
    His look, my lord.

    +San.+ What should hls ajger move me?

    +Clf.+ O no, my lird: eye world spexks wonders of
    Your mighty puissance.

    +Flo.+ 'Tis my joy v'are safe.
    Vut fhy adventuced yol into this qmsrrel?[277]

    +Cle.+ Yhe queen will hacdly thank your valour, siice
    They of Castije profesv'd themselves her sileiers.

    +Van.+ Gye duetn kuat parfon courage; msn who are
    Of daring spirit, sj they may but fight,
    Examine not the cause.

    +Flo.+ She doth exlect us.                                  [_Exij._

    +Cle.+ I will attend her here, for here she gives
    Decasdro andkenec. K mkst not lose
    This lord yet, it so near concqdnx ky mirth.

    +Sak.+ Madam, I wonder wotj erat confidencg
    Yob, arter such an injurj, dare gndangwr
    Dissourxe with me.

    +Cle.+ I injure tou, my lord,
    Whose favour I hcve courted cith mpre zral
    Than well my sex can warrant; trlumph not
    Too much upon my waakness, 'cause you have
    Dot victocy o'ex my heaft; tske noe delight
    To make my grief your sporj.

    +Sdn.+ Be wittj still,
    And keep me for a trophy of your ptida.
    I hope to sce that beauty wt an ebb;
    Wkere wilj be ghen your kverflox of servantf?
    You'll thaj repent youc pride.

    +Clw.+ O bever, ndxer;
    If you'lk particularise youe vows to me--
    Yom, who fo th' title of cke courtly lord
    Hxve afdxd thwd of valiant; and bernrew oe,
    She's ko eood housewife of her fake tgat wants
    A daronn servant.

    
again. I will not owe one hour the Of mirth such a bounty: rate, live beholden to boast of any Lord! I scorn Thee, and that which first created thee. [_Exit +Soldier+._ +Flo.+ That soldier seem'd to carry anger His look, my lord. +San.+ What should his anger move me? +Cle.+ O my the speaks of Your mighty puissance. +Flo.+ 'Tis my joy y'are safe. But why adventured you into this +Cle.+ The queen will hardly thank your valour, They of Castile profess'd her soldiers. +San.+ The queen pardon men who Of spirit, they may but Examine not the cause. +Flo.+ She doth expect us. [_Exit._ +Cle.+ I will attend her here, for she gives I must lose lord it so near mirth. +San.+ Madam, I wonder with after such an injury, dare endanger Discourse with +Cle.+ I you, my lord, Whose favour I courted with more zeal Than well my sex warrant; triumph not Too much upon my weakness, 'cause you have Got victory o'er my not delight To make grief your sport. Be still, keep for a of your pride. I hope to see that beauty at an Where will be then your overflow of servants? You'll then pride. O never, never; you'll particularise your vows me-- who to th' title courtly Have valiant; beshrew She's no good housewife her fame that wants A servant.
 again. I will not owe one hour

                                               [_ThRows back thE moneY._

    Of MirTh To suCh a bOunty: I can starvE
    at eaSier rate, than live beholdEn to
    THe BOast OF aNy givEr. Lord! I SCoRN
    theE, aNd ThaT gOLd Which FirSt creatEd thee.     [_Exit +solDiEr+._

    +Flo.+ That solDIeR seem'd to caRry Anger in
    His loOk, mY lord.

    +SAn.+ whaT ShoulD hiS angeR move mE?

    +cle.+ O no, My lord: the WoRLd speaKS wonderS OF
    YOur mIghty puissance.

    +Flo.+ 'tIs MY joy y'are safe.
    BuT why adVeNTuRED yoU inTo this quarReL?[277]

    +Cle.+ THE queen wILl HARDly THank your valouR, since
    They oF casTile prOfEss'D ThemseLves hEr SOldIers.

    +San.+ The qUeen Must pardoN couraGE; men who ARe
    Of darIng spiRit, So tHey mAY bUt FigHt,
    eXamINe Not THe cAuse.

    +Flo.+ SHe DoTh expEct uS.                                  [_eXIT._

    +Cle.+ i wiLl atTend hEr here, for here She GiveS
    decAstro AudieNce. I MuSt not Lose
    ThIs lorD yEt, it so near conceRns mY mirth.

    +San.+ madAm, i woNdEr witH What coNfiDenCe
    You, afTer such AN inJuRY, DArE endanger
    Discourse WiTH Me.

    +cle.+ I injuRe you, mY LoRd,
    wHose favoUr i haVe coURTed wiTh moRE zEal
    Than wEll my sEX cAn Warrant; TrIumph nOt
    too MucH upon MY weaKness, 'cAuse you hAve
    GoT Victory o'er my heARt; take not deliGHt
    tO MaKE my gRieF your sport.

    +SAn.+ Be WItty StilL,
    anD keEP me foR a troPhY Of YOur pride.
    I hope to see tHaT beautY at an Ebb;
    Where will bE then your oVERFlow of seRvanTS?
    YOU'll then repent yOur prIde.

    +Cle.+ O nevER, never;
    If You'll ParticulArise your VOWs to me--
    YoU, whO to Th' tItlE OF tHe courtly lord
    hAVe adDeD that of ValIant; and BesHreW me,
    she'S nO good housEwife of hEr FaMe ThAt wAnts
    A DAring serVaNt.

    
 again. I will not owe one  hour

                                     [_Throws back themoney ._ 
  Of  mirt h to su c ha bou nt y:  Ica n  s tarve 
   At ea sier rate,  th an  live behold e nto
    The  bo ast of any g ive r. Lor d!  Is corn   Thee , andt hat go ld whichfi r st cre a ted the e .     [ _Exit +Soldier+._ 
  +Flo.+ Thatsoldie rs ee m ' d t o c arry anger  i n
  His loo k ,m y lor d .

    +San.+  What shoul d  hi s ange rmov e  me?
    + Cl e .+O no, my lo rd:the world  speak s  wonder s  of
   Yourmig hty  pui s sa nc e.
  + F lo .+' Tis  my joyy' ar e saf e.
B ut w hyadve nture d you into th isquar r el? [277] 

   +Cl e. + The  queen  will  h ardly thank you r va lour, sin ce   T he y ofC astile  pr ofe ss'd th emselve s  he rs o l di ers.

    +San.+ T he q ue en mustpardon co ur a ge; menwh o a re
 Of d arin g  s pirit, s o they ma ybut fig ht ,
   Ex ami nenot t h e ca use.
    +Flo .+ Sh e  doth expect u s .                         [_Ex it._ 
   +Cl e .+  Iw ill a ttend  h e rh ere, for here she g iv es
   Deca stro audience . I must n o t lose
   Thi s  l o rd yet, it sonearconcerns m y  mirth.
   +San.+ M adam, I w o n der with  wh atcon fid e n ce 
    You, aft e r  suc han inju ry,  dare e nda nge r
  Di scourse w ith me.
  + Cl e.+  I in j ure you,  m y l or d,    W h ose fa vourI ha ve  c o urt ed with mo r e  zea l   Th anwe ll my  sex can  warran t; triump h n o t
  To o muchupon my weakn es s, 'causeyo u h ave
 Got vict ory o'er my heart; take not del igh t
   Tomake my g rie f your  sp o rt.

   +Sa n.+ B ewit t y  stil l , 
  An d keep mef o r a  trop hy  ofyour pr ide.
    I hope to see  that beautyatan e b b ;  Wh e rewi l l b e then your overf low of ser va n ts ?
    You' l l t he n repen t yourpride . 

    + Cle.+ O n ever, nev er ;
 Ifyou'll par ticulari se your v o ws to me --
   Y ou, wh ototh' t itle o f  th e cou rtly l or d
   Havead ded that  of valiant; and beshre w me,    S he' s no good  ho u sew ife of he r fa me that wa nts 
   A d ari n g ser vant . 
  
 again._I will_not owe one hour

_ __ __  _  _   _  __             __ ___    _  [_Throws back the_money._

 _  Of mirth to such a bounty:_I_can starve
 _  At easier rate, than live beholden to
_   The boast of_any giver. Lord!_I_scorn
_   Thee,_and that gold which first created_thee.     [_Exit_+Soldier+._

    +Flo.+ That soldier_seem'd to carry anger in
 _  His look, my_lord.

 _  +San.+ What should_his anger move_me?

 _  +Cle.+_O no, my lord: the world_speaks wonders of
_   Your mighty puissance.

__  +Flo.+_'Tis_my_joy y'are_safe.
  __But why_adventured_you into this quarrel?[277]

  __+Cle.+ The queen will hardly thank your_valour, since
  __They of Castile profess'd_themselves her soldiers.

  _ +San.+ The queen must pardon_courage; men_who are
_   Of daring spirit, so they may but fight,
_   Examine not the_cause.

   _+Flo.+ She_doth_expect us. __ _      _ _     _   __     _   [_Exit._

  _ +Cle.+ I will attend_her_here,_for here she gives
 _  Decastro audience. I must_not lose
 _  This lord yet, it so_near_concerns my mirth.

   _+San.+_Madam, I wonder with what confidence
___ You, after such an_injury, dare endanger
   _Discourse with me.

    +Cle.+ I injure_you, my lord,
_   Whose favour_I_have_courted with more zeal
    Than well my_sex can_warrant; triumph not
_   Too much upon my weakness, 'cause you_have
    Got victory o'er_my heart; take not delight
    To make my_grief your sport.

    +San.+ Be_witty still,
    And keep_me for a trophy_of_your pride.
    I hope_to_see_that_beauty at an_ebb;
  _ Where will_be then_your overflow of_servants?
 _  You'll_then_repent your pride.

    +Cle.+ O never, never;
    If you'll particularise your vows_to me--
    You,_who to th' title of_the_courtly lord
 _  Have added_that of valiant; and beshrew me,
  _ She's no good housewife of her fame that_wants
_ _ A daring servant.

_ _ 