STRUMBO.
No, by my troth, mistress nicebice. How fine you can nickname me. I think you were brought up in the university of bridewell; you have your rhetoric so ready at your tongue's end, as if you were never well warned when your were young.
MARGERY.
Why then, goodman cods-head, if you will have none of me, farewell.
STRUMBO.
If you be so plain, mistress drigle dragle, fare you well.
MARGERY.
Nay, master Strumbo, ere you go from hence, we must have more words. You will have none of me?
[They both fight.]
STRUMBO.
Oh my head, my head! leave, leave, leave! I will, I will, I will!
MARGERY.
Upon that condition I let thee alone.
OLIVER.
How now, master Strumbo? hath my daughter taught you a new lesson?
STRUMBO.
Aye, but hear you, goodman Oliver; it will not be for my ease to have my head broken every day; therefore remedy this and we shall agree.
OLIVER.
Well, zon, well--for you are my zon now--all shall be remedied. Daughter, be friends with him.
[Shake hands. Exeunt Oliver, William, and Margery.]
STRUMBO.
