Clow. Seig. Scan. Della Sancta Cabrado? a terrible name.
Mis. Giue me your hand, Scholer, so Ile cal you now.
Ile make you one of the Sonnes of Art.
Swash, giue my Scholer the Foyle.
Clow. Doe not take it in scorne,
I haue gi’n many a good Gentleman the Foyle, Sir.
Mis. I was going this morning to practise a young Duellist,
That shortly goes to fight at Callis Sands.
Come, Sir, to your guard.
Scan. Not here in publike, I am a young beginner.