Lyg.
Then Ca[p]tain Bessus, you are a rank rascall, without more exordiums, a durty frozen slave; and with the favor of your friends here I will beat you.
2 Sword.
Pray use your pleasure Sir,
You seem to be a Gentleman.
Lyg.
Thus Captain Bessus, thus; thus twing your nose, thus kick, thus tread you.
Bes.
I do beseech you yield your cause Sir quickly.
Lyg.
Indeed I should have told that first.