Jasp. No more of this, now to myself again.
Hum. There, there he stands with sword, like martial knight,
Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fight
You that are wise; for were I good Sir Bevis,
I would not stay his coming, by your leaves.
Merch. Sirrah, restore my daughter.
Jasp. Sirrah, no.
Merch. Upon him then.
Wife. So, down with him, down with him, down with him!