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 Zounds heres a coyle, you were best sweare mee on the intergatories, how many Pistols I haue tooke in hand. Or whether I loue the smell of gunne powder, Or dare abide the noise the dagge will make. Or will not wincke at flashing of the fire. I pray thee shackbag let this answer thee. That I haue tooke more purses in this down, Then ere thou handledst pistols in thy life.

Sha. I happely thou hast pickt more in a throng. But should I bragge what booties I haue tooke, I think the ouerplus thats more then thine, Would mount to a greater somme of money, Then either thou, or all thy kinne are worth. Zounds I hate them as I hate a toade, That cary a muscado in their tongue. And scarce a hurting weapon in their hand.

Wil. O Greene, intollerable, It is not for mine honor to beare this. Why shakbag I did serue the King at Bulloyne, And thou canst bragge of nothing that thou hast done.

Shak. Why so can Iack of Feuershame, That sounded for a phillope on the nose: When he that gaue it him hollowed in his eare. And he supposed a Cannon bullet hit him.

Grene. I pray you sirs list to Esops talk, Whilest two stout dogs were striuing for a bone, There comes a cur, and stole it from them both, So while you stand striuing on these termes of manhoode, Arden escapes vs and deceaue vs al.

Shake. Why he begun.

Will. And thou shalt finde Ile end. I doo but slip it vntil better time. But if I do forget.