Mis. And I will.
But should they grow outragious—
2. Gent. Feare not that: we’le all along with ye.
Mis. Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole?
Scan. I, I, we’le be your Gard. |Exeunt.|
Sfor. Oh what a Coward ’tis?
Iag. You doe him wrong:
He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.
Why doe I trifle time? I’le to the Court;
This crueltie afflicts my very soule.