Sanch. But I
In truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.
Eug. But how if he will not stand you Sir?
Alph. For that,
Make it no question Lady, I will stick
My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.
Sanch. O would thou wouldst.
Alph. I'll do't.
Sanch. Let me kiss him.
I fear thou wilt not yet.
Eug. Why Gentlemen,
If you'll proceed according to Caranza,
Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs,
So you would be content Sir, to be bound,
'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons,
Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If
The difference between you be so mortal,
It cannot be tane up.
Sanch. Tane up? take off
This head first.
Alph. Come bind me in a chair.
Eug. Yes, do.