And owe but for the cloth. A man, my chick!
Shalt have a kiss.
Gla. O, help me, Eldra! Help!
[Stephen runs in, seizes Gregory and shakes him about]
Ste. [Pricking him with his sword] Shalt have a kiss, he shall! A man, my chick!
I fill my coat, I do.'
Greg. Hold, sir! I am
An officer of the king!
Ste. Why then, shalt have
More kisses! 'S blood! I thought thee but a scrub.