CARISOPHUS. You have paid me more than you did owe me. STEPHANO. Nay, upon a farther reckoning, I will pay you more, if I know Either you talk of that is done, or by your sycophantical envy You prick forth Dionysius the sooner, that Damon may die: I will so pay thee, that thy bones shall rattle in thy skin. Remember what I have said; Onaphets is my name. [_Exit._ CARISOPHUS. The sturdy knave is gone, the devil him take! He hath made my head, shoulders, arms, sides, and all to ache. Thou whoreson villain boy, why didst thou wait no better? As he paid me, so will I not die thy debtor. [_Strikes him._ JACK. Master, why do you fight with me? I am not your match, you see: You durst not fight with him that is gone, and will you wreak your anger on me? CARISOPHUS. Thou villain, by thee I have lost mine honour, Beaten with a cudgel like a slave, a vacabone, or a lazy lubber, And not given one blow again. Hast thou handled me well? JACK. Master, I handled you not, but who did handle you very handsomely, you can tell. CARISOPHUS. Handsomely! thou crack-rope.[85] JACK. Yea, sir, very handsomely: I hold you a groat, He handled you so handsomely, that he left not one mote in your coat. CARISOPHUS. O, I had firk’d him trimly, thou villain, if thou hadst given me my sword. JACK. It is better as it is, master, believe me, at a word. If he had seen your weapon, he would have been fiercer, And so perhaps beat you worse, I speak it with my heart, You were never at the dealing of fence-blows, but you had four away for your part. It is but your luck, you are man good enough; But the Welsh Onaphets was a vengeance-knave, and rough. Master, you were best go home and rest in your bed, Methinks your cap waxeth too little for your head. CARISOPHUS. What! doth my head swell? JACK. Yea, as big as a codshead, and bleeds too. CARISOPHUS. I am ashamed to show my face with this hue. JACK. No shame at all; men have been beaten far better than you. CARISOPHUS. I must go to the chirurgeon’s; what shall I say, when I am a-dressing? JACK. You may say truly you met with a knave’s blessing. [_Exeunt._ _Here entereth_ ARISTIPPUS.