Page 249 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but Vernon and Basset.
VERNON
Now, sir, to you that were so hot at sea,
Disgracing of these colours that I wear
In honour of my noble Lord of York, [30]
Dar’st thou maintain the former words thou spak’st?
BASSET
Yes, sir, as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your saucy tongue
Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
VERNON
Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. [35]
BASSET
Why, what is he? As good a man as York!
VERNON
Hark ye, not so: in witness, take ye that.
Strikes him.
BASSET
Villain, thou know’st the law of arms is such
That whoso draws a sword, ’tis present death,
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. [40]
But I’ll unto his majesty, and crave
I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
When thou shalt see I’ll meet thee to thy cost.
VERNON
Well, miscreant, I’ll be there as soon as you,
And after meet you, sooner than you would. [45]
Exeunt.
