Wel. You will not sure?
Elder Lo. Sure Sir I shall.
Abig. You would be beaten out?
Elder Lo. Indeed I would not, or if I would be beaten, Pray who shall beat me? this good Gentleman Looks as if he were o'th' peace.
Wel. Sir you shall see that: will you get you out?
Elder Lo. Yes, that, that shall correct your boys tongue. Dare you fight, I will stay here still. [They draw.
Abig. O their things are out, help, help for Gods sake, Madam; Jesus they foin at one another.
Enter Lady.
Madam, why, who is within there?
Lady. Who breeds this rudeness?