_2_.
O good Lord.
_Bac_.
Sfoote, what a many of beaten slaves are here? get me a cudgell
sirra, and a tough one.
_2_.
More of your foot, I doe beseech your Lordship.
_Bac_.
You shall, you shall dog, and your fellow beagle.
_1_.
A this side good my Lord.
_Bac_.
Off with your swords, for if you hurt my foote, Ile have you
fleade you rascals.
_1_.
Mines off my Lord.
_2_.
I beseech your Lordship stay a little, my strap's tied to my
codpiece point: Now when you please.
_Bac_.
Captaine, these are your valiant friends, you long for a little
too?
_Bess_.