eve there are better souldiers than I, that never saw
two Princes fight in lists.

_Mar_.

By my troth I think so too _Bessus_, many a thousand, but
certainly all that are worse than thou have seen as much.

_Bes_.

'Twas bravely done of our King.

_Mar_.

Yes, if he had not ended the wars: I'me glad thou dar'st talk of
such dangerous businesses.

_Bes_.

To take a Prince prisoner in the heart of's own Country in single
combat.

_Mar_.

See how thy blood curdles at this, I think thou couldst be
contented to be beaten i'this passion.

_Bes_.

Shall I tell you truly?

_Mar_.

I.

_Bes_.

I could willingly venture for't.

_Mar_.

Um, no venture neither _Bessus_.

_Bes_.

Let me not live, if I do not think 'tis a braver piece of service
than that I'me so fam'd for.

_Mar_.

Why, art thou fam'd for any valour?

_Bes_.

Fam'd! I, I warrant you.

_Mar_.

I'me e'en heartily glad on't, I have been with thee e're since
thou cam'st to th'wars, and this is the first word that ever I
heard on't, prethee who fames thee.

_Bes_.

The Christian world.

_Mar_.

'Tis heathenishly done of'em in my conscience, thou deserv'st it
not.

_Bes_.

Yes, I ha' don good service.

_Mar_.

I do not know how thou mayst wait of a man in's Chamber, or thy
agility of shifting of a Trencher, but otherwise no service good
_Bessus_.

_Bes_.

You saw me do the service your self.

_Mar_.

Not so hasty sweet _Bessus_, where was it, is the place
vanish'd?

_Bes_.

At _Bessus_ desp'rate redemption.

_Mar_.

At _Bessus_ desp'rate redemption, where's that?

_Bes_.

There where I redeem'd the day, the place bears my name.

_Mar_.

Pray thee, who Christened it?

_Bes_.

The Souldiers.

_Mar_.

If I were not a very merrily dispos'd man, what would become of
thee? one that had but a grain of choler in the whole composition
of his body, would send thee of an errand to the worms for
putting thy name upon that field: did not I beat thee there i'th'
head o'th' Troops with a Trunchion, because thou wouldst needs
run away with thy company, when we should charge the enemy?

_Bes_.

True, but I did not run.

_Mar_.

Right _Bessus_, I beat thee out on't.

_Bes_.

But came I not up when the day was gone, and redeem'd
all?

_Mar_.

Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meanedst to flie, and thy fear