When _Blondello_ was thus parted from him, _Guiotto_ folowed not farre off behind him, to behold the issue of this angry businesse; and Signior _Phillippo_, because he could not catch the Porter, continued much distempred, fretting and fuming, in regard he could not comprehend the meaning of the Porters message: but onely surmized, that _Blondello_ (by the procurement of some body else) had done this in scorne of him. While he remained thus deeply discontented, he espied _Blondello_ comming towards him, and meeting him by the way, he stept close to him, and gave him a cruell blow on the face, causing his nose to fall out a bleeding. Alas Sir, said _Blondello_, wherefore do you strike me? Signior _Phillippo_, catching him by the haire of the head, trampled his wrought night-cap in the dirt, & his cloke also; when, laying many violent blowes on him, he said. Villanous Traitor as thou art, Ile teach thee what it is to enrubinate with Claret, either thy selfe, or any of thy cupping companions: Am I a child, to be jested withall? Nor was he more furious in words, then in strokes also, beating him about the face, hardly leaving any haire on his head, and dragging him along in the mire, spoyling all his garments, and he not able (from the first blow given) to speake a word in defence of himselfe. In the end, Signior _Phillippo_ having extreamly beaten him, and many people gathering about them, to succour a man so much misused, the matter was at large related, and manner of the message sending. For which, they all present, did greatly reprehend _Blondello_, considering he knew what kinde of man _Phillippo_ was, not any way to be jested withall. _Blondello_ in teares constantly maintained, that he never sent any such message for wine, or intended it in the least degree: so, when the tempest was more mildly calmed, and _Blondello_ (thus cruelly beaten and durtied) had gotten home to his owne house, he could then remember, that (questionles) this was occasioned by _Guiotto_. After some few dayes were passed over, and the hurts in his face indifferently cured; _Blondello_ beginning to walke abroade againe, chanced to meet with _Guiotto_: who laughing heartily at him, sayde. Tell me _Blondello_, how doost thou like the enrubinating Clarret of Signior _Phillippo_? As well (quoth _Blondello_) as thou didst the Sturgeon and Lampreyes at _Messer Corso Donaties_. Why then (sayde _Guiotto_) let these two tokens continue familiar betweene thee and me, when thou wouldst bestow such another dinner on mee, then will I enrubinate thy nose with a bottle of the same Claret. But _Blondello_ perceived (to his cost) that hee had met with the worser bargaine, and _Guiotto_ got cheare, without any blowes: and therefore desired a peacefull attonement, each of them (alwayes after) abstaining from flouting one another.