young handsome lord, that offered me my coach and six; besides many a
good knight and gentleman, that would have parted with their own
ladies, and have settled half they had upon me.

_Limb._ Ay, you said so.

_Trick._ I said so, sir! Who am I? Is not my word as good as yours?

_Limb._ As mine gentlewoman? though I say it, my word will go for
thousands.

_Trick._ The more shame for you, that you have done no more for me:
But I am resolved I'll not lose my time with you; I'll part.

_Limb._ Do, who cares? Go to Dog-and-Bitch yard, and help your mother
to make footmen's shirts.

_Trick._ I defy you, slanderer; I defy you.

_Aldo._ Nay, dear daughter!

_Limb._ I defy her too.

_Aldo._ Nay, good son!

_Trick._ Let me alone: I'll have him cudgelled by my footman.

_Enter_ SAINTLY.

_Saint._ Bless us! what's here to do? My neighbours will think I keep