Harry.

Come, lay downe the Cudgelles. &fslash; Hoh Robin, you met vs well at Bunhill, to ^notehaue you with vs a Mayng this morning?

Robin.

ffaith Harrie, the head drawer at the Miter by the great Conduite, calld me vp, and we went to breakefast into S^t Annes lane. But come, who beginnes? In good faith I am cleane out of practise: when wast at Garrets schoole Harrie?

Har.

Not this great while, neuer since I brake his vshers head, when he plaid his schollers prize at the Starre in Bread streete, I vse all to George Philpots at Dow gate, hees the best back sworde man in England.

Kit.

Bate me an Ace of that, quoth Bolton.

Har.

Ile not bate ye a pinne on't Sir, for, by this cudgell tis true.

Kit.

I will cudgell that oppinion out of ye: did you breake an vshers head Sir?

Har.

I marie did I Sir.

Kit.

I am very glad on't, you shall breake mine too and ye can.

Har.

Sirra, I pre thee what art thou?

Kit.

why, I am a Prentise as thou art, seest thou now: Ile play with thee at ^note blunt heere in Cheapeside, and when thou hast doone, if thou beest angrie, Ile fight ^notewith thee at
in Moore feildes I haue a swoord to serue my turne in a fauor
come Iulie, to serue ^note
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