Staines. You bleed, I am sure.
Spend. 'Sblood, I think you wear a cat's-claw upon your rapier's point:
I am scratched indeed: but, small as 'tis,
I must have blood for blood.
Staines. Y' are bent to kill, I see.
Spend. No, by my hopes; if I can 'scape that sin,
And keep my good name, I'll never offer't.
Staines. Well, sir, your worst.
Spend. We both bleed now, I take it;
And, if the motion may be equal thought
To part with clasp'd hands, I shall first subscribe.
Staines. 'Twere unmanliness in me to refuse
The safety of us both; my hand shall never fall
From such a charitable motion.
Spend. Then join we both, and here our malice ends:
Though foes we came to th' field, we'll depart friends.
[Exeunt.
Enter Sir Lionel and a Servant.
Sir Lionel. Come, come, follow me, knave, follow me; I have the best nose i' the house, I think: either we shall have rainy weather, or the vault's unstopped. Sirrah, go see; I would not have my guests smell out any such inconvenience. Do you hear, sirrah Simon?