_Cli._ Dorastus, where art thou, Dorastus? [550] _Ecc._ Asse to vs. Asse to you, whose that's an asse to you? You. Know mee for what I am, as good as your selfe. Elfe. Elfe! Why I hope you ben't so malaparte. All a parte. All apart, yes, wee ar alone; but you doe not meane to fight, I trust in Jove? Trust in Jove. [560] Jove helpes then if wee fight, but wee trust to our swoordes. Woordes. Woordes; why, doe you thinke tis your woordes shall vs affright? Right. 'Tis noe such matter, you are mightely out. Loute. Lout, dost abuse mee so? Goe to, y'are a scall scabbe. Rascall scabbe. [570] Rascall scabbe, why thou groome base & needye! Niddye. Slidd, if I meete you Ile bange you. Hange you. Ist so; nay then, Ile bee at hand, kee pickpurse. [F. 70v rev.] Pickpurse. Dare you vse mee thus to my face, spidar? I dare. But will you stand too't & not flintch? Not flinch. [580] Well, meete mee, I am like iron & steele, trustye. Rustye. Rusty, what, mocke mee to my face againe? Asse againe. Out of dowbt, if wee meete I shall thee boxe. Oxe. Why, the foole rides mee, I am spurrgald & iolted. Jolthead. Jolthead! this is more then I can brooke. Rooke. [590] Rooke too, nay then, as farr as a knockinge goes I am yours to commaund, sir. Come on, sir. [_Exit._ _Enter_ NARCISSUS.