Enter Hylas, and Samuel.
Hyl. I care not for my broken head,
But that it should be his plot, and a wench too,
A lowzie, lazie wench prepar'd to do it.
Sam. Thou hadst as good be quiet, for o' my conscience
He'l put another on thee else.
Hyl. I am resolv'd
To call him to account, was it not manifest
He meant a mischief to me, and laughed at me,
When he lay roaring out, his leg was broken,
And no such matter? had he broke his neck,
Indeed 'twould ne'r have griev'd me; gallows gall him.
Why should he chuse out me?
Sam. Thou art ever ready
To thrust thy self into these she occasions,
And he as full of knavery to accept it.
Hyl. Well, if I live I'll have a new trick for him.
Sam. That will not be amiss, but to fight with him
Is to no purpose; besides, he's truly valiant,
And a most deadly hand; thou never fought'st yet,
Nor o' my Conscience hast no faith in fighting.
Hyl. No, no, I will not fight.
Sam. Besides the quarrel,
Which has a woman in't to make it scurvy,
Who would lye stinking in a Surgeons hands,
A month or two this weather? for believe it,
He never hurts under a quarters healing.
Hyl. No, upon better thought, I will not fight, Sam,
But watch my time.