Sanch. Shall be.
Alph. I, shall be righted.
Sanch. Now?
Alph. Now.
Sanch. Instantly.
Alph. Before I stir.
Sanch. Before me.
Alph. Before any.
Sanch. Dost thou consider what thou say'st? hast thou friends here
Able to quench my anger, or perswade me
After I have beaten thee into one main bruist
And made thee spend thy state in rotten apples,
Thou canst at length be quiet, shall I kill thee
Divide thee like a rotten Pumpion,
And leave thee stincking to posterity,
There's not the least blow I shall give; but do's this
Urge me no farther: I am first.
Alph. I'll hang first.
No goodman glory, 'tis not your bravado's,
Your punctual honor, nor soldadoship.