And ready are the appellant and defendant,
[50] The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
Queen. Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
[♦] King. O’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit:
[55] Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
[♦] The servant of this armourer, my lords.