 all the fat
    Hostesses in Christendom may appear
    But eels to thee.

    +Mir.+ Farewell, my lowly love.

    +Ping.+ Why, wilt thou not help me up, before
    You go?

    +Mir.+ What to do? to run heats again for love?

    +Ping.+ No, to fight with thee.

    +Mir.+ Fight with me? by this light, would we
    Had two swords. I'd have one pass
    At all thy tripes.

                   _Enter +Cutler+ with two swords._

    Faith, and yonder's a fellow with two swords:
    Friend, lend me but thy swords one minute.

    +Cut.+ I am going to carry them to two gentlemen.

    +Mir.+ O, this will not hinder thee; thou shalt
    See rare sport. Go, help that gentleman
    Up that lies yonder, and give that sword
    Into his hand. Come, are ye ready, sir?

    +Ping.+ Why, you dare fight then, it seems?
    Though thou art so ungodly a chit, as
    To say no prayers, before thou beginn'st,
    I will, I assure thee.
    Good--I pray and desire ye, if I
    Do miscarry in this duel, that I may
    Meet with no woman in the other
    World. Now, thou worst of females,
    Have at thee.

    +Mir.+ Come, I'll let out all your fat and love at
    One thrust.                           [_Fight, and she disarms him._
    Now ask thy life, and confess thou art an ass.

    +Ping.+ I am an ass, and ask my life.

    +Mir.+ Then I, thy conquering Cæsar, take my leave
    With this conclusion: _veni, vidi, vici._
    And so farewell. O fate, O love, O fat!                     [_Exit._

    +Ping.+ After all my miseries, would I were
    Up again, else the next man that comes
    Will make a roller of me, for to roll
    Bowling-greens.
                 [_Makes several attempts to rise, and at last gets up._
    So, now I have a mile home at least,
    And every toilsome step I take, I will
    Curse women.                                                [_Exit._

            _Enter +Zoranzo+ and +Amphelia+ lying upon straw
                               together._

    +Zor.+ Most bless'd of women, I must tell you truth