But I can hardly be induced to believe it was he yet.
EDWARD KNOWELL. That I think, sir-- [Re-enter DOWNRIGHT.
But see, he is come again.
DOWNRIGHT. O, Pharaoh's foot, have I found you? Come, draw, to
your tools. Draw, gipsy, or I'll thrash you.
BOBADILL. Gentlemen of valour, I do believe in thee. Hear me--
DOWNRIGHT. Draw your weapon then.
BOBADILL. Tall man, I never thought on it 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, Master
Matthew.
DOWNRIGHT. 'Sdeath! you will not draw!
[DOWNRIGHT disarms BOBADILL and beats him.
MATTHEW runs away.
BOBADILL. Hold! hold! under thy favour forbear.
DOWNRIGHT. Prate again, as you like this, you foist* you. Your
consort is gone. Had he staid he had shared with you, sir.
[Exit DOWNRIGHT.
BOBADILL. Well, gentlemen, bear witness, I was bound to the
peace, by this good day.
EDWARD KNOWELL. No, fait, it's an ill day, Captain, never reckon
it other.
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