As haue I blys,
Shall chastyse this.
Vxor. Yit may ye mys,
Nicholl Nedy! 405
46. Noe. I shall make þe still as stone, begynnar of blunder!
I shall bete the bak and bone, and breke all in sonder.
[They fight.]
Vxor. Out, alas, I am gone! Oute apon the, mans wonder!
Noe. Se how she can grone, and I lig vnder;
Bot, wife, 410