Page:A Series of Plays on the Passions Volume 3.pdf/46

14

That thus thou shrinkest like a sculking thief To make disgrace the more apparent on thee?

Glot. Yes, call it then disgrace, or what you please; Had not my lance's point somewhat awry Glanced on his shield{bar|2}}

Hugh.E'en so; I doubt it not; Thy lance's point, and every thing about thee Hath glanced awry. Go, rid my house, I say, Of all those feasting flatterers that deceive thee; They harbour here no more: dismiss them quickly.

Glot. Do it yourself, my Lord; you are, I trow, Angry enough to do it sharply.

Hugh.(turning to Urston) Faith! He gibes me fairly here; there's reason in't; Fools speak not thus. (to Glottenbal) Go to! if I am angry, Thou art a graceless son to tell me so.

Glot. Have you not bid me still to speak the truth?

''Hugh. (to'' Urston) Again thou hear'st he makes an apt reply.

Urst. He wants not words.

Hugh.Nor meaning neither, Father.

Well Dame; where hast thou been?

El. I came from Orra.

Hugh. Hast thou been pleading in our son's excuse?