DUMAINE.
Hector trembles.
BEROWNE.
Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! Stir them on, stir them on!
DUMAINE.
Hector will challenge him.
BEROWNE.
Ay, if he have no more man’s blood in his belly than will sup a flea.
ARMADO.
By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
COSTARD.
I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man. I’ll slash, I’ll do it by the sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms again.
DUMAINE.
Room for the incensed Worthies!
COSTARD.
I’ll do it in my shirt.
DUMAINE.
Most resolute Pompey!
MOTH.
Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.