Sham. Why wouldst thou take a blow?
Lap. I would not Sir,
Unless 'twere offer'd me; and if from an enemy—
I'd be loth to deny it from a stranger.
Sham. What, a blow?
Endure a blow? and shall he live that gives it?
Lap. Many a fair year——why not Sir?
Sham. Let me wonder!
As full a man to see to, and as perfect—
I prethee live not long—
Lap. How?
Sham. Let me intreat it:
Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind,
To walk so long here; not to dye betimes.
Let me advise thee, while thou hast to live here,
Ev'n for man's honour sake, take not a blow more.
Lap. You should advise them not to strike me then Sir,
For I'll take none I assure you, 'less they are given.
Sham. How fain would I preserve mans form from shame
And cannot get it done! however Sir,
I charge thee live not long.
Lap. This is worse than beating.