Yea, God’s pity, begin ye to entreat me?
Have at ye once again! by the mass, I will beat ye.
[Fight again.
Huff.
Gog’s heart, let us kill him; suffer no longer.
[Draw their swords.
Snuff.
Thou slave, we will see, if thou be the stronger.
Ruff.
Strike off his head at one blow: