is foule play ifaith, to put a fresh man upon us;
Men, are but men.

_Bac_.

That jest shall save your bones, up with your rotten regiment,
and be gone; I had rather thresh, then be bound to kicke these
raskals, till they cride hold: _Bessus_ you may put your hand to
them now, and then you are quit. Farewell, as you like this,
pray visit mee againe, twill keepe me in good breath.

2.

Has a divellish hard foote, I never felt the like.

1.

Nor I, and yet Ime sure I ha felt a hundred.

2.

If he kicke thus ith dog-daies, he will be drie founderd: what
cure now Captaine, besides oyle of bayes?

_Bess_.

Why well enough I warrant you, you can goe.

2.

Yes, God be thanked; but I feele a shrewd ach, sure he has sprang
my huckle bone.

1.

I ha lost a haunch.

_Bess_.

A little butter friend, a little butter; butter and parselie is a
soveraigne matter: _probatum est_.

1.

Captaine, we must request your hands now to our honours.

_Bess_.

Yes marrie shall ye, and then let all the world come, we are
valiant to our selves, and theres an end.

1.

Nay, then we must be valiant; O my ribbes.

2.

O my small guts, a plague upon these sharpe toe'd shooes, they
are murderers.

_Exeunt_.

_Enter Arbaces with his Sword drawne_.

_Arb_.

It is resolv'd, I bore it whilst I could,
I can no more, Hell open all thy gates,
And I will thorough them; if they be shut,
Ile batter um, but I will find the place
Where the most damn'd have dwelling; ere I end,
Amongst them all they shall not have a sinne,
But I may call it mine: I must beginne
With murder of my friend, and so goe on
To an incestuous ravishing, and end
My life and sinnes with a forbidden blow
Upon my selfe.

_Enter Mardonius_.

_Mardo_.

What Tragedie is here?
That hand was never wont to draw a Sword,
But it cride dead to something:

_Arb_.

_Mar_. have you bid _Gobrius_ come?

_Mar_.

How doe you Sir?

_Arb_.

Well, is he comming?

_Mar_.

Why Sir are you thus?
Why does your hand proclaime a lawlesse warre
Against your selfe?

_Arb_.

Thou answerest me one question with another,
Is _Gobrius_ comming?

_Mar_.

Sir he is. _Arb_. Tis well.

_Mar_.

I can forbeare your questions then, be gone
Sir, I have markt.

_Arb_.

Marke lesse, it troubles you and