W. Small. His reason is this;
That all their livings are so rude and bare,
That not a man will venture his damnation
By giving money for them: he does protest,
There is but two pair of hose and shoes
In all his parish.
1st Gent. Hold up your light, sir.
Beard. Shall I be taught how to advance my torch?
W. Small. What's the matter, lieutenant?
2d Gent. Your lieutenant's an ass.
Beard. How, an ass? die, men, like dogs?[380] [Draws.
W. Small. Hold, gentlemen.
Beard. An ass! an ass!
Throat. Hold, brother, hold! lieutenant.
Put up, as you are men; your wife is gone.
W. Small. Gone?