Duke. Then ye shall buy me dearly.
Petr. Say you so Sir?
Ant. I say cut his Wezand, spoil his piping;
Have at your love-sick heart Sir.
Enter Don John.
John. Sure 'tis fighting.
My friend may be engag'd: fie Gentlemen,
This is unmanly odds.
Ant. I'le stop your mouth Sir.
[Du. fals down, Don John bestrides him.
John. Nay, then have at thee freely:
There's a plumb Sir to satisfie your longing.
Petr. Away: I hope I have sped him: here comes rescue,
We shall be endangered: where's Antonio?
Ant. I must have one thrust more Sir.