Bes.

  Your Lordship holds your mirth still, God continue it:  but for
  these Gentlemen they come.

Bac.

  To sweare you are a Coward, spare your Booke, I doe beleeve it.

Bes.

  Your Lordship still drawes wide, they come to vouch under their
  valiant hands, I am no Coward.

Bac.

That would be a shew indeed worth seeing:  sirra be wise and take money for this motion, travell with it, and where the name of Bessus has been knowne, or a good Coward stirring, twill yeeld more then a tilting.  This will prove more beneficiall to you, if you be thriftie, then your Captaineship, and more naturall; Men of most valiant hands is this true?

2.

  It is so most renowned,
  Tis somewhat strange.

1.

Lord, it is strange, yet true; wee have examined from your Lordships foote there to this mans head, the nature of the beatings; and we doe find his honour is come off cleane, and sufficient:  This as our swords shall helpe us.

Bac.

You are much bound to you bilbow-men, I am glad you are straight again Captaine:  twere good you would thinke some way to gratifie them, they have undergone a labour for you Bessus, would have puzzled hercules, with all his valour.

2.

  Your Lordship must understand we are no men ath’ Law, that take pay
  for our opinions:  it is sufficient wee have cleer’d our friend.

Bac.

  Yet here is something due, which I as toucht in conscience will
  discharge Captaine; Ile pay this rent for you.

Bess.

  Spare your selfe my good Lord; my brave friends aime at nothing but
  the vertue.

Bac.

  Thats but a cold discharge Sir for their paines.

2.

  O Lord, my good Lord.

Bac.

  Be not so modest, I will give you something.

Bes.

  They shall dine with your Lordship, that’s sufficient.

Bac.

  Something in hand the while; ye rogues, ye apple-squiers:  doe you
  come hether with your botled valour, your windie frothe, to limit
  out my beatings.

1.

  I doe beseech your Lordship.

2.

  O good Lord.

Bac.

  Sfoote, what a many of beaten slaves are here? get me a cudgell
  sirra, and a tough one.

2.

  More of your foot, I doe beseech your Lordship.

Bac.

  You shall, you shall dog, and your fellow beagle.

1.

  A this side good my Lord.

Bac.

  Off with your swords, for if you hurt my foote, Ile have you
  fleade you rascals.