Mir. What to do? to run heats again for love?
Ping. No, to fight with thee.
Mir. Fight with me? by this light, would we
Had two swords. I'd have one pass
At all thy tripes.
Enter Cutler with two swords.
Faith, and yonder's a fellow with two swords:
Friend, lend me but thy swords one minute.
Cut. I am going to carry them to two gentlemen.
Mir. O, this will not hinder thee; thou shalt
See rare sport. Go, help that gentleman
Up that lies yonder, and give that sword
Into his hand. Come, are ye ready, sir?
Ping. Why, you dare fight then, it seems?
Though thou art so ungodly a chit, as
To say no prayers, before thou beginn'st,
I will, I assure thee.
Good—I pray and desire ye, if I
Do miscarry in this duel, that I may
Meet with no woman in the other
World. Now, thou worst of females,
Have at thee.
Mir. Come, I'll let out all your fat and love at
One thrust. [Fight, and she disarms him.
Now ask thy life, and confess thou art an ass.
Ping. I am an ass, and ask my life.