last draught in this world. Here, Robin, an if I
die, I give thee my apron: and, Will, thou shalt 76
have my hammer: and here, Tom, take all the
money that I have. O Lord bless me! I pray
God, for I am never able to deal with my master,
he hath learnt so much fence already. 80
Sal. Come, leave your drinking and fall to
blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?
Peter. Peter, forsooth.
Sal. Peter! what more? 84
Peter. Thump.
Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy mas-
ter well.
Arm. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, 88
upon my man's instigation, to prove him a
knave, and myself an honest man: and touch-
ing the Duke of York, I will take my death I
never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the 92
queen; and therefore, Peter, have at thee with
a downright blow!
York. Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants. 96
Arm. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess
treason. [Dies.]
York. Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank
God, and the good wine in thy master's way. 100
Peter. O God! have I overcome mine enemies
in this presence? O Peter! thou hast prevailed
in right!
King. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; 104
For by his death we do perceive his guilt:
91 take my death: pledge my life
95 double: talk thickly
97, 98 I confess treason; cf. n.
