Jen. Ay, sir, come.—
[Scene changes to the town's end].
Now we are at the town's end, what say you now?
Shoe. Marry, come, let us even have a bout.
Jen. Ha, stay a little; hold thy hands, I pray thee.
Shoe. Why, what's the matter?
Jen. Faith, I am Under-pinner of a town, and there is an order, which if I do not keep, I shall be turned out of mine office.
Shoe. What is that, sir?
Jen. Whensoever I go to fight with anybody, I use to flourish my staff thrice about my head before I strike, and then show no favour.