_Bes_.
You're very welcome.
_3 Gent_.
From one that holds himself wrong'd by you some
three years since: your worth he says is fam'd, and he doth
nothing doubt but you will do him right, as beseems a souldier.
_Bes_.
A pox on 'em, so they cry all.
_3 Gent_.
And a slight note I have about me for you, for the delivery of
which you must excuse me; it is an office that friendship calls
upon me to do, and no way offensive to you; since I desire but
right on both sides.
_Bes_.
'Tis a challenge Sir, is it not?
_3 Gent_.
'Tis an inviting to the field.
_Bes_.
An inviting? O Sir your Mercy, what a Complement he delivers it
with? he might as agreeable to my nature present me poison with
such a speech: um um um reputation, um um um call you to account,
um um um forc'd to this, um um um with my Sword, um um um like a
Gentleman, um um um dear to me, um um um satisfaction: 'Tis very
well Sir, I do accept it, but he must await an answer this
thirteen weeks.
_3 Gent_.
Why Sir, he would be glad to wipe off his stain as soon as he
could.
_Bes_.
Sir upon my credit I am already ingag'd to two hundred, and
twelve, all which must have their stains wip'd off, if that be
the word, before him.
_3 Gent_.
Sir, if you be truly ingag'd but to one, he shall stay a
competent time.
_Bes_.
Upon my faith Sir, to two hundred and twelve, and I have a spent
body, too much bruis'd in battel, so that I cannot fight, I must
be plain, above three combats a day: All the kindness I can shew
him, is to set him resolvedly in my rowle, the two hundred and
thirteenth man, which is something, for I tell you, I think there
will be more after him, than before him, I think so; pray you
commend me to him, and tell him this.
_3 Gent_.