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6 but aſked you what you were doing, you up with the three footed ſtool and broke my noſe, and I am sure it was but the trick of a whore.

Dor. Sirrah, it is not a broken nose nor a broken head that ſerve your turn, for, take my word. I do not intend to leave thee one whole bone in thy ſkin; therefore have at all, hit or miſs for a cow heel-back, legs, ſides, arms, or any other place, I care not.

Peter. O daintily done, Dorothy! play thy work, thou mayeſt come to get thy wages anon; ſo I may hold till I have not a whole bone, indeed; nay. faith, miſtress, have with you, if you go but a mile a day, I will follow, I cannot endure this.

Dor. Sirrah, if thou cannot endore this, thou had'st better lay down thy cudgel, and yield the Breeches to me, and ſtand at my mercy, and it ſhall never be the worſe for thee.

Pet. How, yield the Breeches to thee! then the devil take Peter for a fool: I can have no worſe life than I have; if thou can win the Breeches, then thou ſhalt wear them; therefore provide thyself for another ſingle bout, or elſe own me to be thy maſter.

Dorothy. My maſter, ſirrah! no, I ſcorn to yiel, while I have one drop of blood in me; I would have thee to know I care as little for a broken head as thou therefore have at that fiery noſe of thine, I will make it as flat to thy face as a picture upon a ſix-pence.

Pet. Hold, Dorothy, I ſee that I muſt leave off my own trade, and fall to the tanning trade a while, and help thee to tan that whore's hide of your's a little better: you ſee I but parry with you, and you care not, but now have at you with a new ſupply: take my word this bout ſhall pay for all; for now I will either win the horſe or loſe the ſaddle; therefore make thee ready, and not ſay that I come upon the cowardly.