Hob.
Thou liest like a varlet, and thou zay’st the same;
It was zuch a voolish Lob as thou.
Lob.
Speak many words, and by Cod’s nails I vow,
Upon thy pate my staff I will lay.
Ambidexter.
By the mass, I will cause them to make a fray.
[Aside.
Yea, Lob, thou sayest true, all came through him.