De. If you did know the mistery you would applaud 'em. Have you read Livre de blason? What meane you?
Cou. I will bestow 'em, sir, upon some forehorse? They will become a countrey teame rarely.
De. Mor bleu!
Why, you dare fight, it seemes, and I was told
You were no Cavellier, a very dreame [droane?]
A wedg for men to breake their swords upon.
I shall never trust fame agen for your sake.
Cou. Thou never cosendst me.
De. I was never so illiterate in man.
Cou. For I did ever thinke thou durst not fence
But at a complement; a glittering vapour,
A thing of clothes and fitt for chambermaides
To whet their witts upon, but now resolve
Either to have your skin flead of or fight wo' me
For troubling my present meditations.
De. Why, sir, if you be serious I shall quit
That prejudice you have upon my valour.
Looke you, sir, I can draw, and thus provok'd
I dare chastise you, too. Cause I was merry
I was not bound to feed your spleen eternally
With laughter; yet I am not ignorant
What an advantage, sir, your weapon gives you
In length.
Cou. Wee'le change; why, this is honour in thee.
[They measure and Device getts both weapons.
De. Now, sir, keepe of.