se the Boy were kickt.

_Bes_.

I do suppose it.

_1_.

Has your Boy a sword?

_Bes_.

Surely no; I pray suppose a sword too.

_1_.

I do suppose it; you grant your Boy was kick't then.

_2_.

By no means Captain, let it be supposed still; the word grant,
makes not for us.

_1_.

I say this must be granted.

_2_

This must be granted brother?

_1_.

I, this must be granted.

_2_.

Still this must?

_1_.

I say this must be granted.

_2_.

I, give me the must again, brother, you palter.

_1_.

I will not hear you, wasp.

_2_.

Brother, I say you palter, the must three times together; I wear
as sharp Steel as another man, and my Fox bites as deep, musted,
my dear brother. But to the cause again.

_Bes_.

Nay look you Gentlemen.

_2_.

In a word, I ha' done.

_1_.

A tall man but intemperate, 'tis great pity;
Once more suppose the Boy kick'd.

_2_.

Forward.

_1_.

And being thorowly kick'd, laughs at the kicker.

_2_

So much for us; proceed.

_1_.

And in this beaten scorn, as I may call it,
Delivers up his weapon; where lies the error?

_Bes_.

It lies i'th' beating Sir, I found it four dayes since.

_2_.

The error, and a sore one as I take it,
Lies in the thing kicking.

_Bes_.

I understand that well, 'tis so indeed Sir.

_1_.

That is according to the man that did it.

_2_.

There springs a new branch, whose was the foot?

_Bes_.

A Lords.

_1_.

The cause is mighty, but had it been two Lords,
And both had kick'd you, if you laugh, 'tis clear.

_Bes_.

I did laugh,
But how will that help me, Gentlemen?

_2_.

Yes, it shall help you if you laught aloud.

_Bes_.

As loud as a kick'd man could laugh, I laught Sir.

_1_.

My reason now, the valiant man is known
By suffering and contemning; you have
Enough of both, and you are valiant.

_2_.

If he be sure he has been kick'd enough:
For that brave sufferance you speak of brother,
Consists not in a beating and away,
But in a cudgell'd body, from eighteen
To eight and thirty; in a head rebuk'd
With pots of all size, degrees, stools, and bed-staves,
This showes a valiant man.

_Bes_.

Then I am valiant, as valiant as the proudest,
For these are all familiar things to me;
Familiar as my sleep, or want of money,
All my whole body's but one bruise with beating,