Fra. Boy, ye rascall!
Mi. Gour. Strike him, and thou darst. 350
Coom. Strike me! alas, he were better strike his father!— Sownes, go to, put up your bodkin.[1808]
Fran. Mother, stand by; Ile teach that rascall—
Coom. Go to, give me good words, or, by Gods dines,[1809] Ile buckle ye for all your bird-spit. 355
Fran. Will ye so, sir?
Phi. Stay, Franke, this pitch of frensie will defile thee;
Meddle not with it: thy unreprooved vallour
Should be high minded; couch it not so low.—
Dost heare me? take occasion to slip hence, 360