Glo. Ay, Madam—my Master—has many more:
But if you please to tell him his Rival’s Name—
Hau. I’ll have your Ears for this, Sirrah, the next time I’m soundly drunk, and you know that won’t be long. [Aside.
Lord, Madam, my Man knows not what he says.
Ye Rascal, say I have no Courage—or I will drink my self to the Miracle of Valour, and exercise it all on thee.
Glo. I know what I do, Sir, you had Courage this Morning, is the Fit over?
Hau. Have I not slept since, you Rogue, have I not?
Glo. I have a trick to save your Honour, Sir, and therefore I will stand in’t you have Courage.
Hau. A Pox of your Trick, the Rogue knows I dare not chastise him now, for fear they should think I have Valour.
Glo. Madam, my Master’s modest, but tell him who ’tis he must fight with—
Hau. Oh, for a Tun of Rhenish—that I might abundantly beat thee—