Man. Did you not tell me—
Fid. She called you ten thousand ruffians.
Man. Hold, I say.
Fid. Brutes—
Man. Hold.
Fid. Sea-monsters—
Man. Damn your intelligence! Hear me a little now.
Fid. Nay, surly coward she called you too.
Man. Won't you hold yet? Hold, or—
Fid. Nay, sir, pardon me; I could not but tell you she had the baseness, the injustice, to call you coward, sir; coward, coward, sir.