KIT. I will cudgel that opinion out of ye: did you break an ushers head, sir?
HARRY.
Aye, marry, did I, sir.
KIT.
I am very glad on ’t: you shall break mine too, and ye can.
HARRY.
Sirrah, I prithee, what art thou?
KIT. Why, I am a prentice as thou art; seest thou now? I’ll play with thee at blunt here in Cheapside, and when thou hast done, if thou beest angry, I’ll fight with thee at sharp in Moore fields. I have a sword to serve my turn in a favor. . . . come Julie, to serve . . . .
SCENE II. Saint Martins-le-Grand.
[Enter Lincoln, two Bettses, Williamson, Sherwin, and other, armed; Doll in a shirt of mail, a headpiece, sword, and buckler; a crew attending.]
CLOWN.
Come, come; we’ll tickle their turnips, we’ll butter their boxes.
Shall strangers rule the roost? yes; but we’ll baste the roost. Come,
come; a flaunt, a flaunt!
GEORGE.
Brother, give place, and hear John Lincoln speak.
CLOWN.
Aye, Lincoln my leader,
And Doll my true breeder,
With the rest of our crew,
Shall ran tan tarra ran;
Do all they what they can.
Shall we be bobbed, braved? no:
Shall we be held under? no;
We are freeborne,
And do take scorn
To be used so.