Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.25
Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will[5319]
you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
Flu. You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will
is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your30
victuals: come, there is sauce for it. [Strikes him.] You[5320]
called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will make you
to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to: if you[5321]
can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.
Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished him.35
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek,
or I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it is[5322]
good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.
Pist. Must I bite?
Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question[5323]40
too, and ambiguities.
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat[5324][5325]
and eat, I swear—[5325]
Flu. Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce
to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.45