Amid. I'll tear out thine.
Hip. I'll bite out hungry morsels From those plump cheeks, but I will make them thinner.
Amid. I'd beat thee to the blackness of a Moor.
But that the features of thy face are such,
Such damnable, invincible good features,
That as an Ethiop thou would'st still be loved.
Hip. I'll quite unbend that black bow o'er thine eyes; I'll murder thee, and Julia shall have him, Rather than thou.
Amid. I'll kill both thee and her, Rather than any one but I shall have him.
Hip. Come on, thou witch.
Amid. Have at thy heart, thou Syren.
[They draw and fight awkwardly, not coming near one another.
Amid. I think I paid you there.
Hip. O stay a little, And tell me in what corner of thy heart Gonsalvo lies, that I may spare that place.