As pinch will my heart near ready to die.
And thus wise and thus wise his hand will be walking,
With thou, precious knave: away; get thee packing.
[Here let him [pretend to] fight.
Haphazard. Nay then, by the mass, it’s time to be knacking:
No words at all, but to me he is pointing.
Nay, have at you again: you shall have your anointing.
Mansipula. Body of me, hold, if ye can!
What, will you kill such a proper man?
Haphazard. Nay, sure I have done, when women do speak.