Part 22 (2/2)

Down down proud heart.

_Sam._ O valour, Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee, My Kingdom for a sword.

_Cham._ I'le sword you presently, I'le claw your skin coat too.

_Verta._ Away good _Sampson_, You go to gra.s.s else instantly.

_Sam._ But do not murder my brave friend.

_Verta._ Not one word.

_Cham._ If you do sirra--

_Sam._ Must I goe off dishonour'd?

Adversity tries valour, so I leave thee. [_Exit_.

_Cham._ Are you a Lawyer Sir?

_La-writ._ I was, I was Sir.

_Cham._ Nay never look, your Lawyers pate is broken, And your litigious blood about your ears sirra, Why do you fight and snarle?

_La-writ._ I was possest.

_Cham._ I'le dispossess you.

_Verta._ Ha, ha, ha.

_La-writ._ _Et tu Brute?_

_Verta._ Beat him no more.

_Cham._ Alas Sir I must beat him, Beat him into his business again, he will be lost else.

_Verta._ Then take your way.

_Cham._ Ly still, and doe not struggle.

_La-writ._ I am patient, I never saw my blood before, it jades me, I have no more heart now than a goose.

_Cham._ Why sirra, why do you leave your trade, your trade of living, And send your challenges like thunderbolts, To men of honour'd place?

_La-writ._ I understand Sir, I never understood before your beating.

_Cham._ Does this work on you?

_La-writ._ Yes.

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