Cler Monologue from The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy

From The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy by Francis Beaumont

male · defiant · 1:19 min

We shall have sport, ne'r fear't. (Din: What sport I prethee?) Why we must fight, I know it, and I long for't, It was apparent in the fiery eye Of young Verdone, Beaupre look'd pale and shook too, Familiar signs of anger. They are both brave fellows Tri'd and approv'd, and I am proud to encounter With men, from whom no honour can be lost; They will play up to a man, and set him off. When e're I go to the field, heaven keep me from The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or, Coward, The first, to get a name, comes on too hot, The Coward is so swift in giving ground, There is no overtaking him without A hunting Nag, well breath'd too. (Din: All this while, You ne'r think on the danger.) Why 'tis no more Than meeting of a dozen friends at Supper, And drinking hard; mischief comes there unlook'd for, I am sure as suddain, and strikes home as often, For this we are prepar'd.

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