Thier. Nay Martel[l]
You must not fall off.
Mart. Oh Sir, fear it not,
Doe you know this sword?
Prot. Yes.
Mart. Pray you on what terms
Did you part with it?
Prot. Part with it say you?
Mart. So.
Thier. Nay, study not an answer, confess freely.
Prot. Oh I remember't now at the Stags [fall],
As we to day were hunting, a poor fellow,
And now I view you better, I may say
Much of your pitch: this silly wretch I spoke of
With his petition falling at my feet,
(Which much against my Will he kist,) desir'd
That as a special means for his preferment
I would vouchsafe to let him use my sword,
To cut off the Stags head.