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170 Nassurat. Then there's no remedy. [Flings down his hat, unbuttons himself, draws Pellegrin. What dost mean?

Nassurat. Why, since I cannot leave you alive,

I will try to leave you dead.

Pellegrin. I thank you kindly, sir, very kindly. Now the

Sedgly curse upon thee, and the great fiend ride through

thee booted and spurr'd, with a scythe on his neck! Pox

on thee, I'll see thee hang'd first! 'Sfoot, you shall make

none of your fine points of honour up at my charge! Take

your course, if you be so hot: be doing, be doing.

Nassurat. I am got free of him at last. There was no

other way: h'as been as troublesome as a woman that

would be lov'd, whether a man would or not; and has

watch'd me, as if he had been my creditor's serjeant: if

they should have dispatch'd in the meantime, there would

be fine opinions of me. I must cut his throat in earnest,

if it should be so.

Thieves. A prize! A prize! A prize!

Peridor. Some duel, sir, was fought this morning: this,

Weaken'd with loss of blood, we took; the rest

Escap'd.

Tamoren. He's fitter for our surgeon than for us;

Hereafter we'll examine him.

Thieves. A prize! A prize! A prize! [They set them down, Ardellan, Piramont Tamoren.

Bring them, bring them, bring them in, See, if they have mortal sin: Pinch them as you dance about, Pinch them, till the truth come out.

Peridor. What art?

Ardellan. Extremely poor and miserable.

Peridor. 'Tis well, 'tis well, proceed: nobody will

Take that away from me. Fear not. What country?

Ardellan. Francelia.

Peridor. Thy name?