_Cl. Col._ In faythe, of his cofers the bottoms are bare. _Cr. Con._ As for his plate of syluer, and suche trasshe, 2190 I waraunt you, I haue gyuen it a lasshe. _Cl. Col._ What, then he may drynke out of a stone cruyse? _Cr. Con._ With, ye, syr, by Jesu that slayne was with Jewes! He may rynse a pycher, for his plate is to wed. _Cl. Col._ In faythe, and he may dreme on a daggeswane for ony fether bed. _Cr. Con._ By my trouthe, we haue ryfled hym metely well. _Cl. Col._ Ye, but thanke me therof euery dele. _Cr. Con._ Thanke thé therof, in the deuyls date! _Cl. Col._ Leue thy pratynge, or els I shall lay thé on the pate. _Cr. Con._ Nay, to wrangle, I warant thé, it is but a stone caste. 2200 _Cl. Col._ By the messe, I shall cleue thy heed to the waste. _Cr. Con._ Ye, wylte thou clenly cleue[860] me in the clyfte with thy nose? _Cl. Col._ I shall thrust in thé my dagger— _Cr. Con._ Thorowe the legge in to the hose. _Cl. Col._ Nay, horson, here is my gloue; take it vp, and thou dare. _Cr. Con._ Torde, thou arte good to be a man of warre. _Cl. Col._ I shall skelpe thé on the skalpe; lo, seest thou that? _Cr. Con._ What, wylte thou skelpe me? thou dare not loke on a gnat. _Cl. Col._ By Cockes bones, I shall blysse thé, and thou be to bolde. _Cr. Con._ Nay, then thou wylte dynge the deuyll, and thou be not holde. 2210 _Cl. Col._ But wottest thou, horson? I rede thé to be wyse. _Cr. Con._ Nowe I rede thé beware, I haue warned thé twyse. _Cl. Col._ Why, wenest thou that I forbere thé for thyne owne sake? _Cr. Con._ Peas, or I shall wrynge thy be in a brake. _Cl. Col._ Holde thy hande, dawe, of thy dagger, and stynt of thy dyn, Or I shal fawchyn thy flesshe, and scrape thé on the skyn. _Cr. Con._ Ye, wylte thou, ha[n]gman? I say, thou cauell! _Cl. Col._ Nay, thou rude rauener, rayne beten iauell! _Cr. Con._ What, thou Colyn cowarde, knowen and tryde! _Cl. Col._ Nay, thou false harted dastarde, thou dare not abyde! 2220 _Cr. Con._ And yf there were none to dysplease but thou and I, Thou sholde not scape, horson, but thou sholde dye. _Cl. Col._ Nay, iche shall wrynge thé, horson, on the wryst. _Cr. Con._ Mary, I defye thy best and thy worst. [_Here cometh in COUNTERFET COUNTENAUNCE._[861]] _C. Count._ What, a very vengeaunce, nede all these wordys? Go together by the heddys, and gyue me your swordys. _Cl. Col._ So he is the worste brawler that euer was borne. _Cr. Con._ In fayth, so to suffer thé, it is but a skorne. _C. Count._ Now let vs be all one, and let vs lyue in rest, For we be, syrs, but a fewe of the best. 2230 _Cl. Col._ By the masse, man, thou shall fynde me resonable. _Cr. Con._ In faythe, and I wyll be to reason agreable.