MER. 'Tis yours, signior.
AMO. With your example, sir.
MER. Not I, sir.
AMO. It is your right.
MER. By no possible means.
AMO. You have the way.
MER. As I am noble --
AMO. As I am virtuous --
MER. Pardon me, sir.
AMO. I will die first.
MER. You are a tyrant in courtesy.
AMO. He is removed. -- [STAYS MERCURY ON HIS MOVING.] -- Judges,
bear witness.
MER. What of that, sir?
AMO. You are removed, sir.
MER. Well.
AMO. I challenge you; you have received the Dor. Give me the
prize.
MER. Soft, sir. How, the Dor?
AMO. The common mistress, you see, is changed.
MER. Right, sir.
AMO. And you have still in your hat the former colours.
MER. You lie, sir, I have none: I have pulled them out. I meant
to play discoloured. [A FLOURISH.]
CRI. The Dor, the Dor, the Dor, the Dor, the Dor, the palpable
Dor!
ANA. Heart of my blood, Amorphus, what have you done? stuck a
disgrace upon us all, and at your last weapon!
ASO. I could have done no more.
HED. By heaven, it was most unfortunate luck.
ANA. Luck! by that candle, it was mere rashness, and oversight;
would any man have ventured to play so open, and forsake his ward?
D--n me, if he have not eternally undone himself in court, and
discountenanced us that were his main countenance, by it.
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