Pike. And take your goods? is that your meaning, Don, it shall be so; your horse and weapons I will take, but no pilferage. I am no pocketeer, no diver into slopps: yet you may please to empty them your selfe, good Don, in recompense of the sweet life I give you; you understand me well. This coyne may passe in England: what is your Donship calld, I pray.
Jo. Don John, a knight of Spaine.
Pike. A knight of Spaine! and I a Squire of Tavestock: well, Don John, I am a little in hast & am unmannerly constreynd to leave your Castilian on foote, while my Devonshire worship shall teach your Spanish Jennett an English gallop. A dios, signior.—
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Oh what a tyde of fortunes spight am I
Now to swim through! beare up yet, Jovyall heart,
And while thou knowest heavenly mercy doe not start.
Once more let me embrace you, signior.
1. I say he is an Englishman: lett's shoote him.
2. I say the other is a Spanyard & Don John; & we dare not shoote the one for feare of killing th'other.
Jo. Oh hold and spare us both, for we are frends.
1. But by your leave we will part your embraces: so disarme, disarme.
Jo. I thanke you, Countrymen; I hope you'le trust my honour with my armes.