3.Neighbor. And here's a Pot of good Double-Beere
Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man
Armorer. Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all,
and a figge for Peter
1.Prent. Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not afraid
2.Prent. Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master, Fight for credit of the Prentices
Peter. I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne; and Will, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom, take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee hath learnt so much fence already
Salisb. Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.
Sirrha, what's thy Name?
Peter. Peter forsooth
Salisb. Peter? what more?
Peter. Thumpe
Salisb. Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master
well
Armorer. Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King, nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow
Yorke. Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double.
Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.