RAPIER

'Sfoot thou shalt know that Rapier dares enter: nay Backe-Sword. Whose this behind me? Well Sword, Dagger hath defen dead you a good many times; but 'tis no mat ter, another time shall serve: shall I get you out Sword alone, that I may have you Single-sword. I Capon, so I say sir. He a Cutter? alas he never went into the fields yet, but he was soundly hacked before he came out God's-foot if you be so Short-Sword, Rapier never fears you: come a long. Better for me? Alas he knew not how to use me. Yet I scorn to run away from him. Would Sword, is the wind in that Door? Faith now I see which way you stand bent Sword, you had rather sleep in a whole skin, then go into the Fields to try your self. Sir, we will fight, and do you take it in Dudgeon Dagger if you please: if you once offer to hinder us, I'll so Pummel you Dagger, that you were never better Pummeld in your life; And howsoever, I hope theres Law against you as well as oh the, and Rapier can put up a Case against you. I, you do well, to excuse his Cowardice. With Scarffes? with a Halter, if he had been well seru'de, For he's a notam ble Thief. I, a Thief. Did you never hear of Cutting-Dicke, this is the very same man. Sword bear Arms? He's a base companion. Alas I have known you bear a Basket Sword. I, the dragon in Sussex, the other day: But I'll warrant you Rapiers of as good a blood as he for his heart. And oftentimes the younger bro there proves the better Soldier. I hope Rapier hath not been at Fencing-school all this while for nothing. Indeed they say that Bow has been and old Soldier. And as for Bowstring, I dare un dertake to whip him my self. Gun, Alas he's Nobody: any little Boy will make him roar. I have made him go off 'oth Fields, a good many times my self. I think that Powder is a vile brag her, he does nothing but crack. He a Parlement-man: For what Shire? Nay, you should let him alone Dagger, and you should see that Swords' as notable a bragger as Powder. He thinks he shall never be matched too: but he shall, and overmatched too, by Rapier; I warrant him. Come Sword, after your long Parley, Dare you go into the Fields? Nay let him choose, Rapiers at a good point, whither he will or no. We are. A Longsword. Defy me? sirrah Sword, Rapier spits i'thy face: darest meet me i'the fields, cra uenly Capon? A Gentleman? and has Arms. He a Politician?