_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 Lordship.
_Bac_.
You shall, you shall dog, and your fellow-beagle.
_1 Sword_.
O' this side good my Lord.
_Bac_.
Off with your swords, for if you hurt my foot, I'le have you
flead you Rascals.
_1 Sword_.
Mine's off my Lord.
_2 Sword_.
I beseech your Lordship stay a little, my strap's tied to my Cod
piece-point: now when you please.
_Bac_.
Captain these are your valiant friends, you long for a little
too?
_Bes_.