his twenty a day.  That’s twenty score.  Twenty score, that’s two hundred.  Two hundred a day, five days a thousand.  Forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty; two hundred days kills them all up by computation.  And this will I venture by poor gentleman-like carcase to perform, provided there be no treason practised upon us, by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly by the sword.

EDWARD KNOWELL.  Why! are you so sure of your hand, Captain, at all times?

BOBADILL.  Tut! never miss thrust, upon my reputation with you.

EDWARD KNOWELL.  I would not stand in Downright’s state then, an you meet him, for the wealth of any one street in London.”

This and the following are names of various passes and thrusts used in fencing.  Punto is a direct hit, reverso a backward blow, and so on.

(Knowell says this because Bobadill and Downright have had a quarrel, and Downright wishes to fight the Captain.)

“BOBADILL.  Why, sir, you mistake me.  If he were here now, by this welkin, I would not draw my weapon on him.  Let this gentleman do his mind; but I will bastinado him, by the bright sun, wherever I meet him.

MATTHEW.  Faith, and I’ll have a fling at him, at my distance.

EDWARD KNOWELL.  Ods so, look where he is! yonder he goes.
                                [DOWNRIGHT crosses the stage.

DOWNRIGHT.  What peevish luck have I, I cannot meet with these bragging rascals?

BOBADILL.  It is not he, is it?

EDWARD KNOWELL.  Yes, faith, it is he.

MATTHEW.  I’ll be hanged then if that were he.

EDWARD KNOWELL.  Sir, keep your hanging good for some greater matter, for I assure you that was he.

STEPHEN.  Upon my reputation, it was he.

BOBADILL.  Had I thought it had been he, he must not have gone so.  But I can hardly be induced to believe it was he yet.

EDWARD KNOWELL.  That I think, sir—­ [Re-enter DOWNRIGHT. 
                                But see, he is come again.

DOWNRIGHT.  O, Pharaoh’s foot, have I found you?  Come, draw, to your tools.  Draw, gipsy, or I’ll thrash you.

BOBADILL.  Gentlemen of valour, I do believe in thee.  Hear me—­

DOWNRIGHT.  Draw your weapon then.

BOBADILL.  Tall man, I never thought on it till now—­ Body of me, I had a warrant of the peace served on me, even now as I came along, by a water-bearer.  This gentleman saw it, Master Matthew.

DOWNRIGHT.  ’Sdeath! you will not draw!
                                [DOWNRIGHT disarms BOBADILL and beats him.

MATTHEW runs away. 
BOBADILL.  Hold! hold! under thy favour forbear.

DOWNRIGHT.  Prate again, as you like this, you foist* you.  Your
consort is gone.  Had he staid he had shared with you, sir.
                                [Exit DOWNRIGHT.