Guil. Fence, Sir, what’s that?
Lor. A Term we use for the Art and Skill of handling a Weapon.
Guil. I can thrash, Sir.
Lor. What’s that, Man?
Guil. Why, Sir, it is—it is—thrashing.
Lor. An Artist, I vow; canst play on any Musick?
Guil. Oh, most rogically, Sir, I have a Bagpipe that
Every Breath sets the whole Village a dancing.
Lor. Better still; and thou canst dance, I’ll warrant?
Guil. Dance, he, he, he, I vow you’ve light on