Well said, goodman pouchmouth, your reverence I see,
I will teach ye, if your manners no better be:
Ah, ye slave! the king doth me a gentleman allow:
Therefore I look that to me ye shall bow.
[Fight.
Preparation.
Good Master Ambidexter, pardon my behaviour;
For this your deed ye are a knave for your labour.
Ambidexter.
Why, ye stale counterly villain, nothing but knave?