[Kicks him.
_Tim_. Lay it on, Burr.
_Isa_. Spare him not, Burr.
_Const_. Fear him not, servant.
_Fail_. Oh, oh! would nobody were on my side! here I am praised,
I vow to gad, into all the colours of the rainbow.
_Const_. But remember 'tis for me.
_Burr_. As you like this, proceed, sir; but, come not near me
to-night, while I'm in wrath.
[_Exeunt_ BURR _and_ TIMOROUS.
_Const_. Come, sir; how fare you after your sore trial? You bore
it with a most heroic patience.
_Isa._ Brave man at arms, but weak to Balthazar[A]!
[Footnote A: Alluding to the old play of Hieronymo.]
_Fail_. I hope to gad, madam, you'll consider the merit of my
sufferings. I would not have been beaten thus, but to obey that person
in the world--
_Const_. Heaven reward you for't; I never shall.
_Fail_. How, madam!
_Isa_. Art thou such an ass, as not to perceive thou art abused?
This beating I contrived for you: you know upon what account; and have
yet another or two at your service. Yield up the knight in time, 'tis
your best course.
_Fail_. Then does not your ladyship love me, madam?
_Const_. Yes, yes, I love to see you beaten.
_Isa_. Well, methinks now you have had a hard bargain on't: You
have lost your cully, Sir Timorous, and your friend, Burr, and all to
get a poor beating.
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