o shake a wall
withal. Here comes the very person of him, do as you shall find
your temper, I must leave you: but if you do not break him like a
Bisket, you are much to blame Sir.

[_Exit_ Mar.

_Enter_ Bessus _And the Sword men_.

_Lyg_.

Is your name _Bessus_?

_Bes_.

Men call me Captain Bessus.

_Lyg_.

Then Ca[p]tain _Bessus_, you are a rank rascall, without more
exordiums, a durty frozen slave; and with the favor of your
friends here I will beat you.

_2 Sword_.

Pray use your pleasure Sir,
You seem to be a Gentleman.

_Lyg_.

Thus Captain _Bessus_, thus; thus twing your nose, thus kick,
thus tread you.

_Bes_.

I do beseech you yield your cause Sir quickly.

_Lyg_.

Indeed I should have told that first.

_Bes_.

I take it so.

_1 Sword_.

Captain, he should indeed, he is mistaken.

_Lyg_.

Sir, you shall have it quickly, and more beating,
you have stoln away a Lady, Captain coward, and such an
one.

_beats him_.

_Bes_.

Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir, I never yet stole any living thing
that had a tooth about it.

_Lyg_.

I know you dare lie.

_Bes_.

With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir, my means and
manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay-cock.

_Lyg_.

Sirra, that quits not me, where is this Lady? do that you do not
use to do; tell truth, or by my hand, I'le beat your Captains
brains out, wash'em, and put 'em in again, that will I.

_Bes_.

There was a Lady Sir, I must confess, once in my charge: the
Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety, how I us'd
her, she may her self report, she's with the Prince now: I did
but wait upon her like a groom, which she will testife I am sure:
if not, my brains are at your service when you please Sir, and
glad I have 'em for you.

_Lyg_.

This is most likely, Sir, I ask you pardon, and am sorry I was so
intemperate.

_Bes_.

Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me
beat you at first sight.

_Lyg_.

Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty
beatings, you must forgive me.

_Bes_.

Yes there's my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a
valiant fellow for all this.

_Lyg_.

My da[u]ghter is a Whore, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will
see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then