one time, by my
troth I wisht my self wi'you.

_Mar_.

By my troth thou wouldst ha' stunk 'em both out o'th' Lists.

_Arb_.

What to do?

_Bes_.

To put your Majesty in mind of an occasion; you lay thus, and
_Tigranes_ falsified a blow at your Leg, which you by doing thus
avoided; but if you had whip'd up your Leg thus, and reach'd him
on the ear, you had made the Blood-Royal run down his head.

_Mar_.

What Country Fence-school learn'st thou at?

_Arb_.

Pish, did not I take him nobly?

_Mar_.

Why you did, and you have talked enough on't.

_Arb_.

Talkt enough?
Will you confine my word? by heaven and earth,
I were much better be a King of beasts
Than such a people: if I had not patience
Above a God, I should be call'd a Tyrant
Throughout the world. They will offend to death
Each minute: Let me hear thee speak again,
And thou art earth again: why this is like
_Tigranes_ speech that needs would say I brag'd.
_Bessus_, he said I brag'd.

_Bes_.

Ha, ha, ha.

_Arb_.

Why dost thou laugh?
By all the world, I'm grown ridiculous
To my own Subjects: Tie me in a Chair
And jest at me, but I shall make a start,
And punish some that others may take heed
How they are haughty; who will answer me?
He said I boasted, speak _Mardonius_,
Did I? He will not answer, O my temper!
I give you thanks above, that taught my heart
Patience, I can endure his silence; what will none
Vouchsafe to give me answer? am I grown
To such a poor respect, or do you mean
To break my wind? Speak, speak, some one of you,
Or else by heaven.

_1 Gent_.

So please your.

_Arb_.

Monstrous,
I cannot be heard out, they cut me off,
As if I were too saucy, I will live
In woods, and talk to trees, they will allow me
To end what I begin. The meanest Subject
Can find a freedom to discharge his soul
And not I, now it is a time to speak,
I hearken.

_1 Gent_.

May it please.

_Arb_.

I mean not you,
Did not I stop you once? but I am grown
To balk, but I defie, let another speak.

_2 Gent_.

I hope your Majesty.

_Arb_.

Thou drawest thy words,
That I must wait an hour, where other men
Can hear in instants; throw your words away,
Quick, and to purpose, I have told you this.

_Bes_.

And please your Majesty.

_Arb_.

Wilt thou devour me? this is such a rudeness
As you never shew'd me, and I w