Alacke, alacke, how fell you out all a head?[265] Oh Butcher! are ye
hurt in another place?
_Hostis_. Did he not throw you against the stones? If he did, doe not
conceale, I dare say you gave them not a foule word.
_Scil_. By the illuminate welkin not a word till my mouth was full of
blood, and so made my words foule.
_Citty wife_. Is not this Gentleman hurt too?
_Serv_. Onelye the extravagant Artire[266] of my arme is brused.
_Cittie wi_. See, see, the extravagant of his arme is brused to. Alas,
how could ye quarrell so?
_Serv_. I will demonstrate: in the defence of the generous youth I did
appugne my adverse, let violently flie.
_Cittie wife_. Ah good hearts! would I had stood between you, when he
let flie so violently.
_Ser_. We voide of hostile armes.
_Hostis_. I, if they had had horses, they had sav'd their armes.
_Serv_. Be capable, I meane, void of armorie.
_Citty-wife_. Untill ye had armor on.
_Serv_. Had I bene accompanied, with my Toledo or morglay.[267]
_Cittie wife_. I, your Dogge or Bitch.
_Serv_.
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