Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One [seven-night] longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's, then: and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
Pol. Press me not, [beseech you, so].
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the [world],