Something in hand the while; ye rogues, ye apple-squiers: doe you come hether with your botled valour, your windie frothe, to limit out my beatings.
1.
I doe beseech your Lordship.
2.
O good Lord.
Bac.
Sfoote, what a many of beaten slaves are here? get me a cudgell sirra, and a tough one.
2.
More of your foot, I doe beseech your Lordship.
Bac.