Raph. Durst then the slave use my Palestra thus, And dragge her by the heyre from sanctuary?
Clowne. Most trew, Syr.
Raph. Why did'st not kill him?
Clowne. If I had had but a swoard I had doon't, but I sought the villadge through and cold find neare a cutter.
Raph. Weare there no skattered stones lye in the streete To have beate his breynes out?
Clowne. Not a stone to throwe att a dogg.
Raph. Had'st thou not heeles
Clowne. Yes to have kickt him lyke a dogge, but I reserved them to roon the more nimbly about your busines.
Pal. I nowe spye a newe sanctuary, his armes, In which I may pursue security. My Raphael!
Raph. My Palestra, art thou safe?
Beefore I give due thankes to this good man,
Which tyme shall paye in all pluralityes,
Oh shewe mee but that monster of mankind
And shame of men on whom to bee revendgd!