Sanch. Set me a little nearer.
Alph. Let him sally.
[Lin'd] with your quircks of carriage and discretion
Can blow me off my purpose. Where's your credit
With all your school points now? your decent arguing
And apt time for performing: where are these toys,
These wise ways, and most honorable courses,
To take revenge? how dar'st thou talk of killing,
Or think of drawing any thing but squirts
When letchery has dry found[e]d thee?
Sanch. Neerer yet,
That I may spit him down: thou look'st like a man.
Ped. I would be thought so Sir.
Sanch. Prethee do but take me,
And fling me upon that Puppy.
Alph. Do for heavens sake,
And see but how I'll hug him.
San[c]h. Yet take warning.
Ped. Faith Gentlemen, this is a needless quarrel.
Sanch. And do you desire to make one?
Ped. As a friend Sir,
To tell you all this anger is but lost Sir,
For Leonardo is from home.