Continue, I beseech, I meane my sword, sole lye my sword.
_Cittie wife_. Or solely your sword, better a bad toole then none
at all.
_Serv_. In the concourse--
_Cittie w_. Nay, the concourse will light on him for it, I warrant.
_Serv_. I, for the tuition of my Capitall, did mount my Semisphere,
three degrees, that as a strong, & stony guard did defend my Capitall.
_Citty w_. Twas well ye kept him out, for if he had entered on your
stony Guard, he would have spoilede your Capitall.
_Serv_. In fine, being mortally assaild, he did preambulate [_sic_] or
walk off.
_Scil_. Yes, faith, he did preambulate, and walke mee finely.
_Cittie w_. Good heartes, how many were there of them?
_Serv_. About the number of seaven.
_Scil_. I, there was seaven.
_Serv_. Or eight.
_Scil_. Or eight.
_Serv_. Rather more.
_Citty w_. I, more at least, I warrant ye.
_Hostis_. Alasse ye cannot chuse but be more hurt, but ile search you
throughly, be assured.
_Citty w_. And if she cannot helpe ye fewe can; shee knowes what belongs
to a Tent,[268] or a bruse, and experience is good in those cases.
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