1st Pren. Not without money, gull, and I’ll thrum you too.
Prentices. [Within.] Gull, we’ll thrum you.
Fus. O Lord, sister, did you not hear something cry thrum? zounds, your men here make a plain ass of me.
Vio. What, to my face so impudent?
Geo. Ay, in a cause so honest, we’ll not suffer
Our master’s goods to vanish moneyless.
Vio. You will not suffer them?
2nd Pren. No, and you may blush,
In going about to vex so mild a breast,
As is our master’s.
Vio. Take away those pieces.
Cousin, I give them freely.
Fus. Mass, and I’ll take ’em as freely.
Geo., 1st and 2nd Pren., and other prentices, rushing in. We’ll make you lay ’em down again more freely. [They all attack Fustigo with their clubs.