_Phi_. Good Sir, let me go.

_Pha_. And by my sword.

_Phi_. Peace _Pharamond:_ if thou--

_Are_. Leave us Philaster.

_Phi_. I have done.

_Pha_. You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back.

_Phi_. You shall not need.

_Pha_. What now?

_Phi_. Know Pharamond,
I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou,
Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if
Thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say
Thou wert, and not lament it.
_Pha_. Do you slight
My greatness so, and in the Chamber of the Princess!

_Phi_. It is a place to which I must confess
I owe a reverence: but wer't the Church,
I, at the Altar, there's no place so safe,
Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare kill thee:
And for your greatness; know Sir, I can grasp
You, and your greatness thus, thus into nothing: