Hip. Have you no Manhood, Sir?
Glo. She is in earnest; now if I durst stay, how I would domineer over my Master; I never try’d perhaps, I may be valiant thus inspir’d. Lady, I am your Champion, who dares ravish you, or me either?
Ant. Rascal, unhand her. [He comes up to them, Gload puts the Lady before him.
Hau. How now, Gload ingag’d! nay, I scorn to be out-done by my Man. Sirrah, march off with the Baggage, whilst I secure the Enemy.
Ant. Rash Man, what mean you?
Hau. I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away with the Wench, or look you—
Ant. Unmanner’d Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness. [Goes up to him with his Dagger.
Hau. How, how, hast thou no other Weapon?
Ant. No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter’d me.
Hau. I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my Sword; and since you dare me at my own Weapon, I tell you I am good at [Snick-a-Sne] as the best Don of you all— [Draws a great Dutch Knife.