'Sooth, thou say'st, I must be fenc'd behind:
I'll hang my target there.
Piston.
Indeed, that will serve to bear off some blows.
When you run away in a fray.
Basilisco.
Sirrah, sirrah, what art thou,
That thus encroachest upon my familiarity
Without special admittance?
Piston.
Why, do you not know me? I am Erastus' man.
Basilisco.
What, art thou that petty pigmy,
That challeng'd me at Rhodes,
Whom I refus'd to combat for his minority?
Where is Erastus? I owe him chastisement in Perseda's quarrel.