O for that knave, that villain Daffodil would have done
good service. But to thee.
ARTICHOKE.
Aye, this is the tricks of all you gentlemen, when you
stand in need of a good fellow. O for that Daffodil, O
where is he? but if you be angry, and it be but for the
wagging of a straw, then: out a doors with the knave,
turn the coat over his ears. This is the humour of you all.
LANCELOT.
O for that knave, that lusty Daffodil.
ARTICHOKE.
Why, there tis now: our year's wages and our vails will
scarce pay for broken swords and bucklers that we use in
our quarrels. But I'll not fight if Daffodil be a tother side,
that's flat.
LANCELOT.
Tis no such matter, man. Get weapons ready, and be at
London ere the break of day: watch near the lodging of
the Devonshire youth, but be unseen: and as he goes out,
as he will go out, and that very early without doubt--
ARTICHOKE.
What, would you have me draw upon him, as he goes in
the street?
LANCELOT.
Not for a world, man: into the fields; for to the field he
goes, there to meet the desperate Flowerdale. Take thou
the part of Oliver my son, for he shall be my son, and marry
Lucy. Doest understand me, knave?
ARTICHOKE.
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