Nic. No, indeed, what so ere I thinke; and thought is free. 205
Coo. You whoreson wafer-cake, by Gods dines,[1874] Ile crush yee for this!
Ni. Give an inch, and youle take an elle; I wil not put my finger in a hole, I warrant ye: what, man! nere crow so fast, for a blinde man may kill a hare; I have knowne when a plaine fellow hath hurt a fencer, so I have: what! a man may be as slow as a snaile, but as fierce as a lyon and he be mooved; indeed, I am patient, I must needs say, for patience in adversity brings a man to the Three Cranes in the Ventree.[1875] 214
Coo. Do ye heare? set downe your torch; drawe, fight, I am for ye.
Ni. And I am for ye too, though it be from this midnight to the next morne.
Coo. Where be your tooles?
Nic. Within a mile of an oake, sir; hee's a proud horse will not carry his owne provender, I warrant ye. 221
Coo. Now am I in my quarrelling humor, and now can I say nothing but Sownes, draw! but Ile untrus, and then have to it. [Aside.]
Enter [severally] Hodge and Boy.
Hod. Whose there? boy! honest boy, well met: where hast thou bin? 225