Enter Fluellen.
Flu. God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you
now, come apace to the king: there is more good toward
you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?5
Flu. Know the glove! I know the glove is a glove.
Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it.
[Strikes him.
Flu. 'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal[5260]
world, or in France, or in England![5261]
Gow. How now, sir! you villain!10
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?
Flu. Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason
his payment into plows, I warrant you.[5262]