Bal. Away, Otterhound.
Cor. Dancing Beare, I'me gone. [Exit.
Enter King attended.
King. A private roome.— [Exeunt Omnes. Is't done? hast drawne thy two edg'd sword out yet?
Bal. No, I was striking at the two Iron Barres that hinder your passage; and see, Sir. [Drawes.
King. What meanst thou?
Bal. The edge abated? feele.
King. No, no, I see it.
Bal. As blunt as Ignorance.
King. How? put up—So—how?