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I ask no more in honour, Gentlemen you hear my Lord is sorry.
_Bac_.
Not that I have beaten you, but beaten one that will be beaten: one whose dull body will require a laming, as Surfeits do the diet, spring and fall; now to your Sword-men; what come they for, good Captain Stock-fish?
_Bes_.
It seems your Lords.h.i.+p has forgot my name.
_Bac_.
No, nor your nature neither, though they are things fitter I must confess for any thing, than my remembrance, or any honest mans: what shall these Billets do; be pil'd up in my wood-yard?
_Bes_.
Your Lords.h.i.+p holds your mirth still, Heaven continue it: but for these Gentlemen, they come--
_Bac_.
To swear you are a Coward, spare your book, I do believe it.
_Bes_.
Your Lords.h.i.+p still draws wide, they come to vouch under their valiant hands I am no Coward.
_Bac_.
That would be a show indeed worth seeing: sirra be wise, and take Mony for this motion, travel with it, and where the name of _Bessus_ has been known or a good Coward stirring, 'twill yield more than a tilting. This will prove more beneficial to you, if you be thrifty, than your Captains.h.i.+p, and more natural: men of most valiant hands is this true?
_2 Sword_.
It is so, most renowned.
_Bac_.
'Tis somewhat strange.
_1 Sword_.
Lord, it is strange, yet true; we have examined from your Lords.h.i.+ps foot there, to this mans head, the nature of the beatings; and we do find his honour is come off clean and sufficient: this as our swords shall help us.
_Bac_.
You are much bound to your Bil-bow-men, I am glad you are straight again Captain; 'twere good you would think on some way to gratifie them, they have undergone a labour for you, _Bessus_ would have puzl'd _hercules_ with all his valour.
_2 Sword_.
Your Lords.h.i.+p must understand we are no men o'th' Law, that take pay for our opinions: it is sufficient we have clear'd our friend.
_Bac_.
Yet there is something due, which I as toucht in Conscience will discharge Captain; I'le pay this Rent for you.
_Bes_.
Spare your self my good Lord; my brave friends aim at nothing but the vertue.
_Bac_.
That's but a cold discharge Sir for the pains.
_2 Sword_.
O Lord, my good Lord.
_Bac_.
Be not so modest, I will give you something.
_Bes_.
They shall dine with your Lords.h.i.+p, that's sufficient.
_Bac_.
Something in hand the while, you Rogues, you Apple-squires: do you come hither with your botled valour, your windy froth, to limit out my beatings?
_1 Sword_.
I do beseech your Lords.h.i.+p.
_2 Sword_.
O good Lord.
_Bac_.
S'foot-what a heavy of beaten slaves are here! get me a Cudgel sirra, and a tough one.
_2 Sword_.
More of your foot, I do beseech your Lords.h.i.+p.
_Bac_.
You shall, you shall dog, and your fellow-beagle.
_1 Sword_.
