TEDIOUSNESS, WIT, WILL, DILIGENCE.
TEDIOUSNESS.
What princox have we here, that dares me to assail?
Alas, poor boy, and weenest thou against me to prevail?
Full small was he thy friend, whoever sent thee hither,
For I must drive thee back with shame, or slay thee altogether.
WIT.
Great boast, small roast: I warrant thee, do thy best,
Thy head must serve my turn this day to set my heart at rest.
WILL.
And I must have a leg of thee, if I can catch it.
TEDIOUSNESS.
First I must quite this brain of thine, if I can reach it.
[Fight, strike at Will.
WIT.
Well shifted, Will; now have at thee, sir knave.
TEDIOUSNESS.
These friscols shall not serve your turn for all your vaunts so brave;
Ho, ho! did I not tell thee thou cam'st to thy pain!
DILIGENCE.
Help, help, help, our master is slain.
WILL.
Help, help, help, &c.
TEDIOUSNESS.
Where are these lusty bloods, that make their match with me?
Here lies a pattern for them all, to look at and to see.
To teach them to conspire against my force and might;
To promise, for their woman's love, to vanquish me in fight:
Now let them go and crake, how wisely they have sped,
Such is the end of those, that seek this curious dame to wed.
[Exit TED.