_Bac_.
Not that I have beaten you, but beaten one that will be beaten:
one whose dull bodie will require launcing: As surfeits doe the
diet, spring and full. Now to your swordmen, what come they for
good Captaine Stock-fish?
_Bes_.
It seemes your Lordship has forgot my name.
_Bac_.
No, nor your nature neither, though they are things fitter I
confesse for anything, then my remembrance, or anie honestmans,
what shall these billets doe, be pilde up in my Wood-yard?
_Bes_.
Your Lordship holds your mirth still, God continue it: but for
these Gentlemen they come.
_Bac_.
To sweare you are a Coward, spare your Booke, I doe beleeve it.
_Bes_.
Your Lordship still drawes wide, they come to vouch under their
valiant hands, I am no Coward.
_Bac_.
That would be a shew indeed worth seeing: sirra be wise and take
money for this motion, travell with it, and where the name of
_Bessus_ has been knowne, or a good Coward stirring, twill yeeld
more then a tilting. This will prove more beneficiall to you, if
you be thriftie, then your Captaineship, and more naturall; Men
of most valiant hands is this true?
_2_.
It is so most renowned,
Tis somewhat strange.
_1_.
Lord, it is strange, yet true; wee have examined from your Lordships
foote there to this mans head, the nature of the beatings; and we doe
find his honour is come off cleane, and sufficient: This as our swords
shall helpe us.
_Bac_.
You are much bound to you bilbow-men, I am glad you are straight again
Captaine: twere good you would thinke some way to gratifie them, they
have undergone a labour for you _Bessus_, would have puzzled _hercules_,
with all his valour.
_2_.
Your Lordship must understand we are no men ath' Law, that take pay
for our opinions: it is sufficient wee have cleer'd our friend.
_Bac_.
Yet here is something due, which I as toucht in conscience will
discharge Captaine; Ile pay this rent for you.
_Bess_.
Spare your selfe my good Lord; my brave friends aime at nothing but
the vertue.
_Bac_.
Thats but a cold discharge Sir for their paines.
_2_.
O Lord, my good Lord.
_Bac_.
Be not so modest, I will give you something.
_Bes_.
They shall dine with your Lordship, that's sufficient.
_Bac_.
Something in hand the while; ye rogues, ye apple-squiers: doe you
come hether with your botled valour, your windie frothe, to limit
out my beatings.
_1_.