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Asking for quarter?—Let me crave thy pardon; Some strange delusion hung upon our sight That we believed it so.

Glot.Off with thy taunts! And pull that sprig from its audacious perch: The favour of a Dame too high for thee.

Theo. Too high indeed; and had'st thou also added, Too good, too fair, I had assented to it. Yet, be it known unto your courteous worth, That were this sprig a Queen's gift, or received From the brown hand of some poor mountain maid; Yea, or bestow'd upon my rambling head, As in the hairy sides of brouzing kid The wild rose sticks a spray, unprized, unbidden, I would not give it thee.

Glot. Dost thou so face me out? Then I will have it. (Snatching at it with rage.)

''Hart. (separating them)'' What! Malice! after fighting in the lists As noble courteous knights !

''Glot. (to'' Hartman) Go, paltry Banneret! Such friends as thou Become such Lords as he, whose ruined state Seeks the base fellowship of restless burghers; Thinking to humble still, with envious spite The great and noble houses of the land. I know ye well, and I defy you both, With all your damned witchery to-boot, [ grumbling, followed by Maurice, &c.