Well. Sir, he cannot endure the sight of steel.
[Aside.
Whore. Not steel? zounds!
[Claps his sword over the table.
Fee. Now I am going!
[Faints.
Bots. Here's to you, sir. I'll fetch you again with a cup of sack.
Fee. I pledge you, sir, and begin to you in a cup of claret.
Well. Hark you, my lord: what will you say if I make you beat all these out of the room?
[Aside.
Fee. What will I say? why, I say it is impossible; 'tis not in mortal man.
[Aside.]
Well. Well, drink apace: if any brave you, outbrave him; I'll second you. They are a company of cowards, believe me.
[Aside.]
Fee. By this light, I would they were else: if I thought so, I would be upon the jack[107] of one of 'em instantly, that same little Damn me. But, Master Welltried, if they be not very valiant, or dare not fight, how came they by such cuts and gashes, and such broken faces?
[Aside.]