Slicer. Teach thee! I will inspire thee; man, I'll make
Thy name become a terror; and to say
That Have-at-all is coming shall make room,
As when the bears are in procession.
Hark hither, Frank—[They consult.
Hear. That's good, but—
Slicer. How think'st now?
Hear. Nay, he will pay you large—ly. [Aloud.
Have. Pay, what else?
Hear. Make him believe the citizen's his guest;
The citizen, that he is his.
Slicer. Concluded.
Would you fight fair, or conquer by a spell?
Have. I do not care for witchcraft; I would have
My strength rely merely upon itself.
Slicer. There is a way, though I ne'er show'd it yet
But to one Spaniard, and 'twas wondrous happy.