Pup. Damon and Pythias. Dost thou, dost thou, dost thou?
[They fall upon him.
Leath. What, both at once?
Pup. Pythias. Down with him, Damon.
Pup. Damon. Pink his guts, Pythias.
Leath. What, so malicious?
Will ye murder me, masters both, in my own house?
Cokes. Ho! well acted, my drum, well acted, my pipe, well acted still!
Waspe. Well acted, with all my heart.
Leath. Hold, hold your hands.