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Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's

gone. Ah! you whoreson little valiant villain,

you!

Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin? me-

thought a' made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

Fal. Have you turned him out o' doors?

Bard. Yea, sir: the rascal's drunk. You

have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder.

Fal. A rascal, to brave me!

Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas,

poor ape, how thou sweatest! Come, let me wipe

thy face; come on, you whoreson chops. Ah,

rogue! i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous

as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon,

and ten times better than the Nine Worthies.

Ah, villain!

Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in

a blanket.

Dol. Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an

thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of

sheets.

Page. The music is come, sir.

Fal. Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my

knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue

fled from me like quicksilver.

Dol. I' faith, and thou followedst him like a

church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew

boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o' days,

 234 chops: fat-face

249, 250 Bartholomew boar-pig: roast pig, a favorite dish at Bartholomew Fair 