_Arb.

_Tigranes_, Nay did I but take delight
To stretch my deeds as others do, on words,
I could amaze my hearers.

_Mar_.

So you do.

_Arb_.

But he shall wrong his and my modesty,
That thinks me apt to boast after any act
Fit for a good man to do upon his foe.
A little glory in a souldiers mouth
Is well-becoming, be it far from vain.

_Mar_.

'Tis pity that valour should be thus drunk.

_Arb_.

I offer you my Sister, and you answer
I do insult, a Lady that no suite
Nor treasure, nor thy Crown could purchase thee,
But that thou fought'st with me.