Mar.
Pray thee, who Christened it?
Bes.
The Souldiers.
Mar.
If I were not a very merrily dispos'd man, what would become of thee? one that had but a grain of choler in the whole composition of his body, would send thee of an errand to the worms for putting thy name upon that field: did not I beat thee there i'th' head o'th' Troops with a Trunchion, because thou wouldst needs run away with thy company, when we should charge the enemy?
Bes.
True, but I did not run.
Mar.
Right Bessus, I beat thee out on't.