INSTRUCTION. Thou shalt watch to take him at certain bays, Come not in the throng, but save thyself always. You twain on either side first with your sword and buckler; After the first conflict, fight with your sword and daggers; You, sir, with a javelin and your target in your hand, See how ye can his deadly strokes withstand. Keep at the foin;[438] come not within his reach, Until you see, what good advantage you may catch. Then hardily leave him not, till time you strike him dead, And, of all other parts, especially save your head. WIT. Is this all, for I would fain have done? WILL. I would we were at it, I care not how soon. INSTRUCTION. Now, when ye please; I have no more to tell, But heartily to pray for you, and wish you well. WIT. I thank you; go thou, and bid the battle, Will. WILL. Come out, thou monster fell, that hast desire to spill The knot and linked love of Science and of Wit, Come, try the quarrel in the field, and fight with us a fit. ACT V., SCAENA 5. TEDIOUSNESS, WIT, WILL, INSTRUCTION, STUDY, DILIGENCE. TEDIOUSNESS. A doughty dust[439] these four boys will do: I will eat them by morsels, two and two! Thou fightest for a wife! a rod, a rod! Had I wist this, I would have laid on load, And beat thy brain and this my club together, And made thee safe enough for returning hither. WILL. A foul whoreson! what a sturdy thief it is! But we will pelt thee, knave, until for woe thou piss. TEDIOUSNESS. Let me come to that elf. WIT. Nay, nay, thou shalt have work enough to save thyself. [_Fight_. INSTRUCTION. Take breath, and change your weapons; play the men. TEDIOUSNESS. Somewhat it was that made thee come again. Thou stickest somewhat better to thy tackling, I see, But what, no force; ye are but Jack-Sprat to me. WIT. Have hold, here is a morsel for thee to eat. [_Strikes_. STUDY, INSTRUCTION. Here is a pelt to make your knave's heart fret. DILIGENCE. There is a blow able to fell a hog. WIT. And here is a foin behind for a mad dog! [_Let Will trip you[440] down_. Hold, hold, hold, the lubber is down! TEDIOUSNESS. O! WILL. Strike off his head, while I hold him by the crown. WIT. Thou monstrous wretch, thou mortal foe to me and mine, Which evermore at my good luck and fortune did'st repine, Take here thy just desert and payment for thy hire. Thy head this day shall me prefer unto my heart's desire. INSTRUCTION. O noble Wit, the praise, the game is thine. STUDY. Hove up his head upon your spear, lo, here a joyful sign! DILIGENCE. O valiant knight, O conquest full of praise! WILL. O bliss[441] of God to see these happy days!