Step. I marle whether it be a Toledo or no.
Bob. A most perfect Toledo, I assure you, sir. Step. I have a
countryman of his here.
Mat. Pray you, let's see, sir; yes, faith, it is.
Bob. This a Toledo! Pish!
Step. Why do you pish, captain?
Bob. A Fleming, by heaven! I'll buy them for a guilder a-piece. an
I would have a thousand of them.
E. Know. How say you, cousin? I told you thus much. Wel. Where
bought you it, master Stephen?
Step. Of a scurvy rogue soldier: a hundred of lice go with him! He
swore it was a Toledo.
Bob. A poor provant rapier, no better.
Mat. Mass, I think it be indeed, now I look on't better.
E. Know. Nay, the longer you look on't, the worse. Put it up, put
it up.
Step. Well, I will put it up; but by--I have forgot the captain's
oath, I thought to have sword! by it,--an e'er I meet him--
Wel. O, it is past help now, sir; you must have patience.
Step. Whoreson, coney-hatching rascal! I could eat the very hilts
for anger.
E. Know. A sign of good digestion; you have an ostrich stomach,
Cousin.
Step. A stomach! would I had him here, you should see an I had a
stomach.
Wel. It's better as it is.--Come, gentlemen, shall we go?
Enter BRAINWORM, disguised as before.
E. Know. A miracle, cousin; look here, look here!
Step. Oh--'Od's lid. By your leave, do you know me, sir?
Brai. Ay, sir, I know you by sight.
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