Clown. I will make black Monday of this! ere I suffer this disgrace, the kennel shall run with blood and rags.
Rob. Sir, I am your opposite.
Clown. I have nothing to say to you, sir; I aim at your uncle.
Rob. He has no weapon.
Clown. That's all one, I'll take him as I find him.
Wid. I have taken him so before you, sir: will you be quiet?
Steph. Thou shalt take me so too, Hodge, for I'll be thy fellow, though thy mistress's husband. Give me thy hand.
[Exeunt Widow, Stephen, and Robert.
Clown. I'll make you seek your fingers among the dogs, if you come to me. My fellow? You lousy companion, I scorn thee. 'Sfoot! is't come to this? Have I stood all this while to my mistress an honest, handsome, plain-dealing serving-creature, and she to marry a whoreson tityre tu tattere with never a good rag about him? [Draws his sword, and puts his cap on the point of it.] Stand thou to me, and be my friend; and since my mistress has forsaken me——
Enter Robert.