Staines. Sirrah, by your outside you seem a citizen,
Whose cock's-comb I were apt enough to break,
But for the law. Go, y' are a prating jack:
Nor is't your hopes of crying out for clubs
Can save you from my chastisement, if once
You shall but dare to utter this again.
Spend. You lie; you dare not.
Staines. Lie! nay, villain, now
Thou tempt'st me to thy death.
Spend. Soft, you must buy it dearer;
The best blood flows within you is the price.
Staines. Dar'st thou resist? thou art no citizen.
Spend. I am a citizen.
Staines. Say thou art a gentleman, and I am satisfied;
For then I know thou'lt answer me in field.
Spend. I'll say directly what I am, a citizen;
And I will meet thee in the field as fairly
As the best gentleman that wears a sword.[181]
Staines. I accept it: the meeting-place?
Spend. Beyond the Maze in Tuttle.[182]