Peace, you Bartholomew-fair buffoons!... Why, you impudent, effeminate wretches,... you are in all things so like women, that you may think it in me a kind of cowardice to beat you.
Begone, I say.... No chattering, baboons, instantly begone, or....
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FIDELIA.
I warrant you, sir; for, at worst, I would beg or steal for you.
MANLY.
Nay, more bragging.... You said, you'd beg for me.
FIDELIA.
I did, sir.
MANLY.