ARCITE.
Not far, sir;
Are there such games today?
FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
Yes, marry, are there,
And such as you never saw; the Duke himself
Will be in person there.
ARCITE.
What pastimes are they?
SECOND COUNTRYMAN.
Wrestling, and running.—’Tis a pretty fellow.
THIRD COUNTRYMAN.
Thou wilt not go along?
ARCITE.
Not yet, sir.
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN.
Well, sir,
Take your own time. Come, boys.
FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
My mind misgives me,
This fellow has a vengeance trick o’ th’ hip;
Mark how his body’s made for ’t.
SECOND COUNTRYMAN.
I’ll be hanged, though,
If he dare venture. Hang him, plum porridge!
He wrestle? He roast eggs! Come, let’s be gone, lads.
[Exeunt Countrymen.]