Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.
Flu. Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay,
pray you, throw none away; the skin is good for your
broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks
hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all.[5326]50
Pist. Good.
Flu. Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to
heal your pate.
Pist. Me a groat!
Flu. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I55
have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.
Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels:
you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me
but cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your[5327]60
pate. [Exit.
Pist. All hell shall stir for this.
Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave.
Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an[5328]
honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of65
predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds
any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling
at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because
he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not
therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise;[5329]70
and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good
English condition. Fare ye well.[5330] [Exit.