Knock. Fight for him, Whit! a gross vapour, he can fight for himself.
Waspe. It may be I can, but it may be I wu’ not, how then?
Cut. Why then you may choose.
Waspe. Why, then I’ll choose whether I choose or no.
Knock. I think you may, and ’tis true; and I allow it for a resolute vapour.
Waspe. Nay then, I do think you do not think, and it is no resolute vapour.
Cut. Yes, in some sort he may allow you.
Knock. In no sort, sir, pardon me, I can allow him nothing. You mistake the vapour.
Waspe. He mistakes nothing, sir, in no sort.
Whit. Yes I pre dee now, let him mistake.