1 Sword.
How now Captain? bear up man.
Bes.
Gentlemen o'th'sword, your hands once more; I have been kickt agen, but the foolish fellow is penitent, has askt me Mercy, and my honour's safe.
2 Sword.
We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his grandsir.
Bes.
Confirm, confirm I pray.
1 Sword.
There be our hands agen, now let him come and say he was not sorry, and he sleeps for it.