Flu. There is one goat for you, [Strikes him.] Will you be so good, scald knave, as eat it?
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is sawce for it——
[Strikes him] You call'd me yesterday, Mountain-Squire, but I will make you to day a Squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.
Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonish'd him.
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.
Pist. Must I bite?
Flu. Yes, out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.—
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat and swear——
Flu. Eat, I pray you; will you have some more sawce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. .