Scil. Nay, sir, the heate is past, they that did it have tooke them to their heeles, for indeed heere are of us—
Host. Away with your Clubs then; welcome, my brave Bullies, my Guests shall take no wrong; but welcome, my Bullies.
Scil. Indeede sir, I am a man of few words, I have put up a little bloodshed; marrie, I hope it shall be no stain to my manhoode, if I keepe it out of my clothes.
Host. He shall pay for the blood-shed, my guestes shall take no wrong; mine Host will spend his Cruse as franke as an Emperor; welcome, my brave bullies.
Ser. Sir, be pacificall, the fellowe was possest with some critique frenzie, and wee impute it to his madnes.
Scil. Madde! by Gods slid, if he were as madde as a weaver, I can hardly put it up; for my blow, I care not so much, but he cald me foole; slid, if I live till I dye, the one of us shall prove it.
Host. Some prophane Villaine, ile warrant him.
Scil. Doe you thinke I may not have an action against him?
Host. There's so many swaggerers; but alasse, how fel ye out?
Scil. By the welkin, I gave him not a foule word; first he calles me foole, then he makes a full blowe at my body, and if, by good chance, I had not warded it with my head, he might have spoild me.