Rob. You were best go fish for better manners, or I shall bob for eels[98] with you. [Strikes him.
Lamb. Zounds! are you a striker? Draw, sir knight.
Brew. Not in my house; I pray, be quiet, gentlemen.
Rob. He dares not do't abroad, believe me, sir.
Steph. Now, by my life, my boy, for this brave spirit
I'll hug thee in mine arms: lose life and limbs,
Ere thou forsake thy love.
Lamb. He is no rival he, sir,[99] has struck me;
And we are gentlemen.
Speed. And hear ye, sir; let him seek out his equals; for some of us are in danger to make her a lady shortly: I know what I speak; what I speak I'll do; yet I'll do nothing but what comes from grave experience.
Steph. Speak what you please, sir; he's a gentleman
As good as either of you both; and shall
In list of love, for such a bedfellow,
Brave him that dares; and here lay down more gold
To win her love than both your states are worth.
Speed. Ha! do you know us, sir? you grow too bold; my experience now hath found you: you were once a tattered fellow, your name is Foster; have you such gold to give?