"He knocked me down." "And I'll do it again a dozen times," panted Dick.

"Let go, Hicky, I tell you!" "Nay, nay, nay, lads, I wean't let go, and you sha'n't neither of you fight any more.

I'm ashamed of you, Mester Dick, with your poor father lying theer 'most dead, and the missus a-nigh wherritted to death wi' trouble." "But he struck me," panted Dick.
"And I'll do it again," cried Tom.
"If you do, young Tom Tallington, I'll just pick you up by the scruff and the breeches and pitch you into the mere, to get out as you may; so now then." Tom uttered a low growl which was more like that of a dog than a human being; and after an ineffectual attempt to get at Dick, he dragged himself away to kneel down at the first clear pool to bathe his bleeding nose.
"Theer, now, I'll let you go," said Hickathrift, "and I'm straange and glad I was i' time to stop you.

Think o' you two mates falling out and fighting like a couple o' dogs! Why, I should as soon hev expected to see me and my missus fight.

Mester Dick, I'm 'bout 'shamed o' yow." "I'm ashamed of myself, Hicky, and I feel as if I was never going to be happy again," cried Dick.
"Nay, nay, lad, don't talk like that," said the big wheelwright.