Coo. Let him alone; hee's a springall, he knowes not what belongs to an oath.
Fra. Sirra, be quiet, or I doe protest—
Coo. Come, come, what doe you protest? 160
Fra. By heaven, to crack your crowne.
Coo. To crack my crowne! I lay ye a crowne of that,
Lay it downe, and ye dare;
Nay, sbloud, ile venter a quarters wages of that.
Crack my crowne, quotha![1656] 165
Fra. Will[1657] ye not yet be quiet? will ye urge me?
Coo. Urge yee, with a pox! who urges ye?