Cr. Con. Mary, I defye thy best and thy worst.
[Here cometh in Counterfet Countenaunce.[861]]
C. Count. What, a very vengeaunce, nede all these wordys?
Go together by the heddys, and gyue me your swordys.
Cl. Col. So he is the worste brawler that euer was borne.
Cr. Con. In fayth, so to suffer thé, it is but a skorne.
C. Count. Now let vs be all one, and let vs lyue in rest,
For we be, syrs, but a fewe of the best. 2230
Cl. Col. By the masse, man, thou shall fynde me resonable.
Cr. Con. In faythe, and I wyll be to reason agreable.