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nay faith, miſtreſs, have with you, if you go but a mile a day, I'll follow, I cannot endure this. Dor. Sirrah, if you cannot endure this thou had it better lay down thy cudgel, and yield thy breeches to me, and ſtand at my mercy and, it ſhall be never the worſe for thee. Pet. How. yield the breeches to thee: then the devil take Peter for a fool; I can have no worſe a life than I have, it thou can't win the breeches, then thou ſhall wear them, therefore provide thyſelf for another ſingle bout or elſe own me to be thy maſter. Dor. My maſter Sirrah, no l ſcorn to yield 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'll make it as flat to thy face as the picture upon a ſixpence. Pet. Hold, Dorothy I ſee that I muſt leave off my own trade and fall to the Tanners trade a while and help thee to ran that whore's hide of your's a little better, you ſee bur rally 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 do not ſay that I come upon thee cowardly. Dor. I am as ready as thou, I warrant thee, and that thou ſhalt find-- O manfully done. Pet. Stand off you whore, don't come ſo nigh. Dor. For what you cuckoldy rogue, what be you afraid of your horns they be not ſo little, but they may be able to bide a bang. Pet. I'll bang thy whore's hide to be doing. Dorothy. Murder, murder, good huſband,