If you dare ƒecond me.
Cymbrio. Wee'l not ƒayle.
Gracc. A Cart-rope
Shall not binde me at home.
Pifander. Thinke on't, and proƒper. Exeunt.
Archidamus, Timagoras, Leofthenes scith Gorgits, Pifander.
Archid. So, fo, 'tis well, how doe I looke?
Pifander. Moƒt ƒprightfully.
Archid. I ƒhrinke not in the ƒhoulders, though I am olde,
I am tough, ƒteele to the backe, I haue not waƒted
My ƒtocke of ƒtrength in Feather-beds: heer's an arme too,
There's ƒtuffe in't, and I hope will vƒe a Sword 5 As well as any beardleƒƒe Boy of you all.
Timag. I am glad to see you, Sir, fo well prepar'd,
To indure the trauaile of the warre.
Archid. Goe too firra,
I ƒhall indure, when ƒome of you keepe your Cabins,
For all your ƒlaunting Feathers, nay Leofthenes10 You are welcome too, all friends, and fellowes now.
Leoft. Your ƒeruant Sir.
Archid. Piƒh, leaue theƒe Complements,
They ƒtincke in a Souldiers mouth, I could be merry,
For now my Gowne's off, farewell Grauitie,
And muƒt be bolde to put a queƒtion to you, 15 Without offence, I hope.
Leoft. Sir, what you pleaƒe.
Archid. And you will anƒwer truely?
Timagor. On our words, Sir.
Archid. Goe too, then, I preƒume you will conƒeƒƒe,
That you are two notorious Whore-maiƒters.
Nay ƒpare your bluƒhing, I haue beene wilde my ƒelfe, 20 A ƒnatch, or ƒo, for Phyƒicke, does no harme; Nay, it is phyƒicke, if vƒ'd moderately,
But to lye at racke, and manger,