Look on this leg, ye prating slaves,
I remember since it was no greater than a tree;
At that time I had a couple of knaves,
Much like unto you, that waited on me.
Lust. Cock's precious soul, let us conquer the knave.
Sturd. By his flesh and sides, a good courage I have;
Stand you, therefore, a little aside,
And ye shall see me quickly abate the fool's pride.
[Draw out the sword; make him put it up; and then strike him. Look in your spectacles.
Inc. Nay, I dare not, I, if thou lookest so big;