rather go plain all my life than wear such finery.

BLUFF. Death and hell to be affronted thus! I'll die before I'll
suffer it. [Draws]

SIR JO. O Lord, his anger was not raised before. Nay, dear
Captain, don't be in passion now he's gone. Put up, put up, dear
Back, 'tis your Sir Joseph begs, come let me kiss thee; so, so, put
up, put up.

BLUFF. By heaven, 'tis not to be put up.

SIR JO. What, Bully?

BLUFF. The affront.

SIR JO. No, aged, no more 'tis, for that's put up all already; thy
sword, I mean.

BLUFF. Well, Sir Joseph, at your entreaty--But were not you, my
friend, abused, and cuffed, and kicked? [Putting up his sword.]

SIR JO. Ay, ay, so were you too; no matter, 'tis past.

BLUFF. By the immortal thunder of great guns, 'tis false--he sucks
not vital air who dares affirm it to this face. [Looks big.]

SIR JO. To that face I grant you, Captain. No, no, I grant you--
not to that face, by the Lord Harry. If you had put on your
fighting face before, you had done his business--he durst as soon