Will. Sir, know you this glove?
Flu. (C.) Know the glove! I know, the glove is a glove.
Will. (R.C.) I know this; and thus I challenge it.
Strikes him.
Flu. ’Sblud, an arrant traitor as any’s in the universal ’orld, or in France, or in England!
Gow. (L.C.) How now, sir! you villain!
Will. Do you think I’ll be forsworn?
Flu. Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his payment in plows, I warrant you.
Will. I am no traitor.
Flu. That’s a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his majesty’s name, apprehend him: he’s a friend of the duke Alençon’s.