P. (good-humouredly.) Come and meddle, and we’ll help you to a little hospitality to take home with you.
R. Keep it to yourselves: I neither give nor take.
P. (smiling.) Well, my good friend, may we have a taste of your spring?
R. Ask your throats when they’re dry.
P. Come, what’s your demand for it? What are we to pay?
R. Hands up, and man against man.
P. What, a fight; or is it to be a kicking-match?
R. A fight; and I would advise you to look about you.
P. I do, and can’t even see my antagonist.
R. Here he sits. You’ll find me no woman, I can tell you.