For thou and I will make him fly,
Mine old friend Sturdiness.
Lust. Where is now that valiant Hercules?
For all his brags, he is now run away.
Sturd. (braggingly.) By the guts of Goliah, it is best for his ease,
For he was like for the pottage to pay.
Inc. Cock's soul! what bragging knaves have we here?
Come ye to convince the mightiest conqueror?
It was I, that before you now doth appear,
Which brought to confusion both Hector and Alexander: