Against Faustus [WHat is the cause, Faustus, that in dislike]

WHat is the cause, Faustus, that in dislike
Proud Paulus still doth touch thee with a Pike?
breedeth in my minde a great confusion,
o thinke what he should meane by such elusion.
Trowst thou hee meanes, that thou mightst make a Pikemā?
That cānot be, for that thou art no like man.
Thy crazed bones cannot endure the shocke,
Besides, his manner is to speake in mocke.
Or ist, because the Pike's a greedy Fish,
Deuoures as thou dost many a dainty Dish?
And in another sort, and more vnkinde,
Wilt bite, and spoile those of thy proper kinde?
Or doth he meane thou art a quarrell-piker,
That amongst men, wert neuer thought a striker?
In this he sayes, thou art a Christian brother,
That stricken on one eare, thou turnest the other.
Or doth he meane that thou would'st picke a thanke?
No sure, for of that fault I count thee franke.
How can thy tale to any man be gratefull,
Whose person, manners, face and all's so hatefull?
Then, Faustus, I suspect yet one thing worse,
Thou hast pickt somwhat else. What's that? a purse?