Gos. Sure I have been bred Still, with my honest liberty, and must use it.
Hem. Upon your equals then.
Gos. Sir, he that will Provoke me first, doth make himself my equal.
Hem. Do ye hear? no more.
Gos. Yes, Sir, this little, I pray you,
And't shall be aside, then after, as you please.
You appear the Uncle, Sir, to her I love
More than mine eyes; and I have heard your scorns
With so much scoffing, and so much shame,
As each strive which is greater: But, believe me,
I suck'd not in this patience with my milk.
Do not presume, because you see me young,
Or cast despights on my profession
For the civility and tameness of it.
A good man bears a contumely worse
Than he would do an injury. Proceed not
To my offence: wrong is not still successful,
Indeed it is not: I would approach your Kins-woman
With all respect, done to your self and her.
Hem. Away Companion: handling her? take that. [Strikes him.
Gos. Nay, I do love no blows, Sir, there's exchange.
Hub. Hold, Sir. (He gets Hemskirks sword and cuts him on the head.
Mar. O murther.
Ger. Help my Goswin.