Cand. And so you’ll throw me?—Reach me, knaves, a yard!
Lod. A yard for my master.
[Lodovico returns from the shop with a yard-wand and followed by Prentices.
1st Pren. My master is grown valiant.
Cand. I’ll teach you fencing tricks.
Prentices. Rare, rare! a prize![258]
Lod. What will you do, sir?
Cand. Marry, my good prentice, nothing but breathe my wife.
Bride. Breathe me with your yard?
Lod. No, he’ll but measure you out, forsooth.