What, my master, sir! 'Slight, monsieur, meddle with me, do
you hear: but do not meddle with my master.
MER. Peace, good squib, go out.
CRI. And stink, he bids you.
ASO. Master!
AMO. Silence! I do accept him. Sit you down and observe. Me!
he never profest a thing at more charges. -- Prepare yourself sir.
-- Challenge me! I will prosecute what disgrace my hatred can
dictate to me.
CRI. How tender a traveller's spleen is! Comparison to men that
deserve least, is ever most offensive.
AMO. You are instructed in our chartel, and know our weapons?
MER. I appear not without their notice, sir.
ASO. But must I lose the prizes, master?
AMO. I will win them for you; be patient. -- Lady, [TO MORIA.]
vouchsafe the tenure of this ensign. -- Who shall be your stickler?
MER. Behold him. [POINTS TO CRITES.]
AMO. I would not wish you a weaker. -- Sound, musics. -- I provoke
you at the Bare Accost. [A CHARGE.]
PHA. Excellent comely!
CRI. And worthily studied. This is the exalted foretop.
HED. O, his leg was too much produced.
ANA. And his hat was carried scurvily.
PHI. Peace; let's see the monsieur's Accost: Rare!
PHA. Sprightly and short.
ANA. True, it is the French courteau: he lacks but to have his
nose slit.
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