Act 4 — SCENE VIII. The Gallery.
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Enter Falatius and Labree.
Fal. Wert thou never valiant, Labree?
Lab. Yes, Sir, before I serv’d you, and since too: I Am provok’d to give you proofs on’t sometimes; For when I am angry I am a very Hector.
Fal. Ay, the Devil when a body’s angry, but that’s Not the Valour in mode; Men fight now a-days Without that, and even embrace whilst they draw Their Swords on one another.
Lab. Ay, Sir, those are Men that despise their lives.
Fal. Why, that’s it, Labree, that I would learn to do, And which I fear, nothing but Poverty will make me do; Jove defend me from that experiment.
Enter Erminia veil’d with a thin Tiffany.
Lab. What’s the matter, Sir? Does the fit take you now?
Fal. Save us, save us, from the Fiend.
Lab. A Ghost, a Ghost! O, O, O!
[They fall shaking on the ground.
Er. This was a happy mistake, Now I may pass with safety. [Ex.
Fal. Look up, Labree, if thou hast any of that Courage thou spakest of but now.
Lab. I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray.
Fal. Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards.
Lab. Rise, Sir, ‘tis gone.
Fal. This was worse than the fright Alcander put Me into by much.
[They rise and go out.