You're very welcome, both! Some stools there, boy
And reach a table. Gentlemen o' th' sword,
Pray sit, without more compliment. Begone, child!
I have been curious in the searching of you,
Because I understand you wise and variant persons.
Two blows o' th' face, and given by a worse man
I must confess, as the swordmen say, had turn'd
The business: Mark me, brother, by a worse man:
But, being by his prince, had they been ten,
And those ten drawn ten teeth, besides the hazard
Of his nose for ever. all this had been but favours.
This is my flat opinion, which I'll die in.
The king may do much, captain, believe it;
For had he crack'd your skull through, like a bottle.,
Or broke a rib or two with tossing of you,
Yet you had lost'no honour. This is strange,
You may imagine, but this is truth now, captain.
A new cause rising from the time and distance.,
In which I will deliver my opinion.
He may strike, beat, or cause to be beaten;
For these are natural to man:
Your prince, I say, may beat you so far forth
As his dominion reaches; tha't's for the distance;
The time, ten miles a-day, I take it.
But our friend has redeem'd it, in delivering
His sword without compulsion; and that man
That took it of him, I pronounce a weak one,
And his kicks nullifies.
He should have kick'd him after the delivering,
Which is the confirmation of a coward.
If he be sure he has been kick'd enough:
For that brave sufferance you speak of, brother,
Consists not in a beating and away,
But in a cudgell'd body, from eighteen
To eight and thirty; in a head rebuked
With pots of all size, daggers, stools, and bedstaves:
This shows a valiant man.
Then I am valiant, as valiant as the proudest;
For these are all familiar things to me;
Familiar as my sleep' or want of money;
All my whole body's but one bruise, with beating.
I think I have been cudgell'd with all nations,
And almost all religions.