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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.
Mat. Faith, and I'll have a fling at him, at my distance.
Enter Downright, walking over the Stage. Y. Kno. God's so ! Lookye where he is; yonder hé goes.
Down. What peevish luck have I, I cannot meet with these bragging rascals !
Bob. It's not he, is it?
Bob. 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.
Y. Kno. That I think, sir. But, see, he is come again!
Down. Oh, Pharoah's foot! have I found you? Come, draw; to your tools. Draw, gipsey, or I'll
Bob. Gentleman of valour, I do believe in thee, hear me
Down. Draw your weapon, then. Bob. Tall man, I never thought on't 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, Mr. Matthew.
[He beats him, and disarms him, MATTHEW
Down. Prate again, as you like this, you whor: son foist, you.
You'll controll the point, you !