AMO. Well, I will strike him more silent with admiration, and
terrify his daring hither. He shall behold my own play with my
scholar. Lady, with the touch of your white hand, let me reinstate
you. [LEADS MORIA BACK TO THE STATE.] Provost, [TO ASOTUS.] begin
to me at the "Bare Accost". [A CHARGE.] Now, for the honour of my
discipline.
HED. Signior Amorphus, reflect, reflect; what means he by that
mouthed wave?
CRI. He is in some distaste of your fellow disciple.
MER. Signior, your scholar might have played well still, if he
could have kept his seat longer; I have enough of him, now. He is
a mere piece of glass, I see through him by this time.
AMO. You come not to give us the scorn, monsieur?
MER. Nor to be frighted with a face, signior. I have seen the
lions. You must pardon me. I shall be loth to hazard a reputation
with one that has not a reputation to lose.
AMO. How!
CRI. Meaning your pupil, sir.
ANA. This is that black devil there.
AMO. You do offer a strange affront, monsieur.
CRI. Sir, he shall yield you all the honour of a competent
adversary, if you please to undertake him.
MER. I am prest for the encounter.
AMO. Me! challenge me!
ASO.
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