And for thy mistresse favour, prize[1527] thy bloud.
Thou knowst what words did passe at Fresingfield,
Such shamelesse braves as manhood cannot brooke:
I,[1528] for I skorne to beare such piercing taunts,—
Prepare thee, Serlsbie; one of us will die. 45
Serlsbie. Thou seest I single [meet] thee [in] the field,[1529]
And what I spake, Ile maintaine with my sword:
Stand on thy guard, I cannot scold it out.
And if thou kill me, thinke I have a sonne,
That lives in Oxford in the Brodgateshall,[1530] 50