COOMES. Rascal! take that and take all! Do ye hear, sir? I do not mean to pocket up this wrong.
Boy. I know why that is.
COOMES. Why?
Boy. Because you have ne'er a pocket.
COM. A whip, sirrah, a whip! But, sir, provide your tools against to-morrow morning; 'tis somewhat dark now, indeed: you know Dawson's close, between the hedge and the pond; 'tis good even ground; I'll meet you there; and I do not, call me cut;[345] and you be a man, show yourself a man; we'll have a bout or two; and so we'll part for that present.
FRAN. Well, sir, well.
NICH. Boy, have they appointed to fight?
BOY. Ay, Nicholas; wilt not thou go see the fray?
NICH. No, indeed; even as they brew, so let them bake. I will not thrust my hand into the flame, and [I] need not; 'tis not good to have an oar in another man's boat; little said is soon amended, and in little meddling cometh great rest; 'tis good sleeping in a whole skin; so a man might come home by Weeping-Cross:[346] no, by lady, a friend is not so soon gotten as lost; blessed are the peace-makers; they that strike with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabbard.
PHIL. Well-said, Proverbs: ne'er another to that purpose?