RUFF

Sir, I'll pull down your Choler from you. Well, Band, for all you are so stiff, I'll make you limber enough before I have done with you. Sfoot, let me come to him: well, Band, let me catch you in another place, and I will make cutwork of you. Well, Band, look to thy self, for if I meet thee, I will lace thee roundly. Darest thou meet me in the field? Nay, I will give thee that advantage, bring thou what weapons thou wilt, I scorn to make any thing of thee, Band, but needle work. A Soldier? Where did you serve? in the Low Countries? Press me no pressings, I'll make you know that Ruff is steeled to the back, if I had my stick here, you should feel it. The place, the Paper mills, where I will tear thee into rags, before I have done with thee: the time, to morrow in the afternoon about one: but do you hear? we will fight single, you shall not be double, Band. But do you hear? once more do not say at our next meeting you forgotten the time. Farewell then. Nor I, I swear by all the Gum and Blew-starch in Christendom. Sfoot Ruff careth not a pin for her. Meet me, if thou darest? Alas poor shrimpe, thou art nothing in my hands. Remember the Paper-mills. Hang him, base Rascal: would he not make any man mad, to see such a—I durst not scarce peep out before Collar came to Town, now to swagger thus. Thy man Collar? thy Master, thou wouldst have said, I am sure he is thy vp-hol der. Well, be he what he will, if I catch his Collar, I'll cut him in jags, let me but clasp him, and I'll make him for stirring. If I shall then, I must, let him name him. He is a shifting knave, and one, to whom Band, a little before hath been much beholding, they were joined a long time together in friend ship. I'll tell you what, then we will go to my Lord Corpus himself. He is, for I saw Sock, his chief Foot man in Town. O Band, art thou there? I thought thou had dest been worn out of date by this time, or shrunk in the wetting at least.