Fife. (offering a cudgel). Pray take mine, and welcome, sir;
I’m sure I gave it to that mule of mine
To mighty little purpose.
Ros. Mine you have;
And may it win us some more kindliness
Than we have met with yet.
Clo. (examining the sword). More mystery!
How came you by this weapon?
Ros. From my father.
Clo. And do you know whence he?