There['re] not a few even now of thy property;
Until you be put into poverty's schools
Ye will not forsake this foolish insolency.
Lust. Nay, soft, with thee I have not made an end. [Draw out his sword.
Just. The just against lust must always contend,
Therefore I propose to wrestle with thee [put it up],
Who shall have the victory, straightway we shall see.
Lust. When thou wilt; by his flesh, I shall hold the wag.
[Wrestle, and let Lust seem to have the better at the first.