avel with it, and where the name of
_Bessus_ has been known or a good Coward stirring, 'twill yield
more than a tilting. This will prove more beneficial to you, if
you be thrifty, than your Captainship, and more natural: men of
most valiant hands is this true?

_2 Sword_.

It is so, most renowned.

_Bac_.

'Tis somewhat strange.

_1 Sword_.

Lord, it is strange, yet true; we have examined from your
Lordships foot there, to this mans head, the nature of the
beatings; and we do find his honour is come off clean and
sufficient: this as our swords shall help us.

_Bac_.

You are much bound to your Bil-bow-men, I am glad you are
straight again Captain; 'twere good you would think on some way
to gratifie them, they have undergone a labour for you, _Bessus_
would have puzl'd _hercules_ with all his valour.

_2 Sword_.

Your Lordship must understand we are no men o'th' Law, that take
pay for our opinions: it is sufficient we have clear'd our
friend.

_Bac_.

Yet there is something due, which I as toucht in Conscience will
discharge Captain; I'le pay this Rent for you.

_Bes_.

Spare your self my good Lord; my brave friends aim at nothing but
the vertue.

_Bac_.

That's but a cold discharge Sir for the pains.

_2 Sword_.

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, you Rogues, you Apple-squires: do
you come hither with your botled valour, your windy froth, to
limit out my beatings?

_1 Sword_.

I do beseech your Lordship.

_2 Sword_.

O good Lord.

_Bac_.

S'foot-what a heavy of beaten slaves are here! get me a Cudgel
sirra, and a tough one.

_2 Sword_.

More of your foot, I do beseech your Lordship.

_Bac_.

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

_1 Sword_.

O' this side good my Lord.

_Bac_.

Off with your swords, for if you hurt my foot, I'le have you
flead you Rascals.

_1 Sword_.

Mine's off my Lord.

_2 Sword_.

I beseech your Lordship stay a little, my strap's tied to my Cod
piece-point: now when you please.

_Bac_.

Captain these are your valiant friends, you long for a little
too?

_Bes_.

I am very well, I humbly thank your Lordship.

_Bac_.

What's that in your pocket, hurts my Toe you Mungril? Thy
Buttock