Jen. And so will I not, sir.
Shoe. That will I try. Barking dogs bite not the sorest.
Jen. [aside]. I would to God I were once well rid of him.
Shoe. Now, what, will you down with your staff?
Jen. Why, you are not in earnest? are you?
Shoe. If I am not, take that. [Strikes him.
Jen. You whoreson, cowardly scab, it is but the part of a clapperdudgeon[314] to strike a man in the street. But darest thou walk to the town's end with me?
Shoe. Ay, that I dare do; but stay till I lay in my tools, and I will go with thee to the town's end presently.
Jen. [aside]. I would I knew how to be rid of this fellow.
Shoe. Come, sir, will you go to the town's end now, sir?