Alq. Come, come, one more; looke you, here's a young Cockerell[45] Comes crowing into the pitt. [Another steps in.
All. Prithee, fight with him.
Pike. I'me in the Lyon's gripe & to gett from him There's but one way; that's death.
Mac. English, What say you? will you fight or no?
Pike. Ile fight.
All. Give 'em roome! make way there!
Pike. Ile fight till every Joynt be cutt in pieces
To please such brave spectators; yes Ile fight
While I can stand, be you but pleasd, my Lords,
The noble Dukes here, to allow me choice
Of my owne Country weapon.
All. What?
Pike. A Quarter staffe,—this, were the head off.
Mac. Off with the head, and roome! How dost thou like this Spaniard?