But I shall crack his crown.
Nor far nor near that doth me (an)noy
Who wrathes me, I shall destroy;
For every freak I dare defie
That nill me pay ne please.
But you be bayne, I shall you beat,
There is no man for you shall treat;
[Then aside] All for wrath see how I sweat;
My heart is not at ease.
And to carry out his pretence that he is not frightened but quite cool, he throws his sword up in the air and dexterously catches it while he continues:—