Bar. The Dwarfe saith true.
Dor. What garments likste thou than?
Na. Such as may make you seeme a proper man. 1500
Dor. He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.
Na. The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.
Dor. What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?
Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.
Na. Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,
Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,
If any come and question what you bee,
Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.
Dor. What should I weare a sword, to what intent?
Na. Madame for shewe, it is an ornament, 1510
If any wrong you, drawe a shining blade
Withdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.
Dor. But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,
What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.