The villain raises his mask and reveals the face of--it looks like Corp, but the disguise is thrown away on Stroke.
"Ha, Cathro," he exclaims joyfully, "so at last we meet on equal terms!" "Back, Stroke, and let me pass." "Nay, we fight for the wench." "So be it.

The prideful onion is his who wins her." "Have at thee, caitiff!" A terrible conflict ensues.

Cathro draws first blood.

'Tis but a scratch.

Ha! well thrust, Stroke.