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SCENE VII.

She runs out at one Door; and Ulysses enters at the other, in his Serjeant's Coat, beating the Wooers cross the Stage.
Cleav.
Good Master Serjeant be n't in such a Passion.
[Ulysses strikes him under the Ribs.
Zoons, there's a Stota.—Have you no Compassion!

Minerva whispers Ulysses and Telemachus, to encourage them, while Cleaver clinches his Fist in order to strike; but Ulysses prevents him by triping up his Heels.
Min.
Tip him the Flying-horse, or, if he reels,
Throw the Cross-buttock, and trip up his Heels.

Cleav.
'Sblud, I shall fly the Pit, and stay no longer;
The more he fights, I think, he grows the stronger.

He rises, and runs out. While Ulysses is beating off Cleaver, and Telemachus pinching Thimble, Hopkins creeps out.
Thimb.
Nay, Master Tel, I'm not a Match for you.—
I'm sure you've pinch'd Me almost black and blue.

[He goes out.