no King, and free from
these moods, should I choose a companion for wit and pleasure, it
should be you; or for honesty to enterchange my bosom with, it
should be you; or wisdom to give me counsel, I would pick out
you; or valour to defend my reputation, still I should find you
out; for you are fit to fight for all the world, if it could come
in question: Now I have spoke, consider to your self, find out a
use; if so, then what shall fall to me is not material.

_Arb_.

Is not material? more than ten such lives, as mine, _Mardonius_:
it was nobly said, thou hast spoke truth, and boldly such a truth
as might offend another. I have been too passionate and idle,
thou shalt see a swift amendment, but I want those parts you
praise me for: I fight for all the world? Give me a sword, and
thou wilt go as far beyond me, as thou art beyond in years, I
know thou dar'st and wilt; it troubles me that I should use so
rough a phrase to thee, impute it to my folly, what thou wilt, so
thou wilt par[d]on me: that thou and I should differ thus!

_Mar_.

Why 'tis no matter Sir.

_Arb_.

Faith but it is, but thou dost ever take all things I do, thus
patiently, for which I never can requite thee, but with love, and
that thou shalt be sure of. Thou and I have not been merry
lately: pray thee tell me where hadst thou that same jewel in
thine ear?

_Mar_.

Why at the taking of a Town.

_Arb_.

A wench upon my life, a wench _Mardonius_ gave thee that jewel.

_Mar_.

Wench! they respect not me, I'm old and rough, and every limb
about me, but that which should, grows stiffer, I'those
businesses I may swear I am truly honest: for I pay justly for
what I take, and would be glad to be at a certainty.

_Arb_.

Why, do the wenches encroach upon thee?

_Mar_.

I by this light do they.

_Arb_.

Didst thou sit at an old rent with 'em?

_Mar_.

Yes faith.

_Arb_.

And do they improve themselves?

_Mar_.

I ten shillings to me, every new young fellow they come
acquainted with.

_Arb_.

How canst live on't?

_Mar_.

Why I think I must petition to you.

_Arb_.

Thou shalt take them up at my price.

_Enter two Gentlemen and_ Bessus.

_Mar_.

Your price?

_Arb_.

I at the Kings price.

_Mar_.

That may be more than I'me worth.

_2 Gent_.

Is he not merry now?

_1 Gent_.

I think not.

_Bes_.

He is, he is