All. Well done Tiago.
Mac. Let drums beate all the time they fight.
Lady. I pray for thee.
Gent. And I.
[They fight: Pike disarmes & tripps him downe.
Pike. Onely a Devonshire hugg, sir:—at your feete I lay my winnings.
Tia. Diable!
[Exit, biting his thumb[44]; the soldiers stampe.
Gyr. Wilt venter on oanother?
Pike. I beseech you To pardon me, and taske me to no more.