Well said, young-gentleman.
_Cel_. Pish, thee! a young raw creature; thou hast ne'er been
under the barber's hands yet.
_Flo_. No, nor under the surgeon's neither, as you have been.
_Cel_. 'Slife, what would'st thou be at? I am madder than thou
art.
_Flo_. The devil you are! I'll tope with you; I'll sing with you;
I'll dance with you;--I'll swagger with you--
_Cel_. I'll fight with you.
_Flo_. Out upon fighting; 'tis grown so common a fashion, that
a modish man condemns it; a man of garniture and feather is above the
dispensation of the sword.
_Olin_. Uds my life! here's the queen's music just going to us;
you shall decide your quarrel by a dance.
_Sab_. Who stops the fiddles?
_Cel_. Base and treble, by your leaves, we arrest you at these
ladies' suits.
_Flo_. Come on, sirs, play me a jig; you shall see how I'll
baffle him.
DANCE.
_Flo_. Your judgment, ladies.
_Olin_. You, sir; you, sir: This is the rarest gentleman! I could
live and die with him--
_Sab_. Lord, how he sweats! please you, sir, to make use of my
handkerchief?
_Olin_. You and I are merry, and just of an humour, sir;
therefore we two should love one another.
_Sab_. And you and I are just of an age, sir; and therefore,
methinks, we should not hate one another.
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