Hostis. Did he not throw you against the stones? If he did, doe not conceale, I dare say you gave them not a foule word.
Scil. By the illuminate welkin not a word till my mouth was full of blood, and so made my words foule.
Citty wife. Is not this Gentleman hurt too?
Serv. Onelye the extravagant Artire[266] of my arme is brused.
Cittie wi. See, see, the extravagant of his arme is brused to. Alas, how could ye quarrell so?
Serv. I will demonstrate: in the defence of the generous youth I did appugne my adverse, let violently flie.
Cittie wife. Ah good hearts! would I had stood between you, when he let flie so violently.
Ser. We voide of hostile armes.
Hostis. I, if they had had horses, they had sav'd their armes.
Serv. Be capable, I meane, void of armorie.