Merc. What friend?
Sos. Why, a friend to all the world, that will give me leave to live peaceably.
Merc. I defy peace and all its works; my arms are out of exercise, they have mauled nobody these three days: I long for an honourable occasion to pound a man, and lay him asleep at the first buffet.
Sos. [Aside.] That would almost do me a kindness; for I have been kept waking, without tipping one wink of sleep, these three nights.
Merc. Of what quality are you, fellow?
Sos. Why, I am a man, fellow.—Courage, Sosia!
Merc. What kind of man?
Sos. Why, a two-legged man; what man should I be? [Aside.] I must bear up to him, he may prove as arrant a milksop as myself.
Merc. Thou art a coward, I warrant thee; do not I hear thy teeth chatter in thy head?