Jud. The boy speaks sword and buckler, Prethee yield, boy:
Come, here's an apple, yield.
Heng. By —— he fears me.
I'll give you sharper language: When, ye coward,
When come ye up?
Jud. If he should beat me—
Heng. When, Sir?
I long to kill thee; come, thou can'st not scape me.
I have twenty ways to charge thee; twenty deaths
Attend my bloody staff.
Jud. Sure 'tis the devil,
A dwarf, devil in a doublet.
Heng. I have kill'd a Captain, sirha, a brave Captain,
And when I have done, I have kickt him thus. Look here,
See how I charge this staff.
Jud. Most certain
This boy will cut my throat yet.
Enter two Soldiers running.
1. Sold. Flee, flee, he kills us.
2. Sould. He comes, he comes.