Sir you shall have it quickly, and more beating,
You have stolne away a Lady Captaine Coward,
And such a one.
Bes.
Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir,
I never yet stole any living thing
That had a tooth about it.
Lig.
Sir I know you dare lie
With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir.
Bes.
My meanes and manners never could attempt
Above a hedge or hey-cocke.
Lig.
Sirra that quits not me, where is this Ladie,
Doe that you doe not use to doe, tell truth,
Or by my hand Ile beat your Captaines braines out.
Wash um, and put um in againe, that will I.
Bes.