She did for me, but you will think I brag.

_Mar_.

I do I'le be sworn. Thy valour and thy passions sever'd, would
have made two excellent fellows in their kinds: I know not
whether I should be sorry thou art so valiant, or so passionate,
wou'd one of 'em were away.

_Tigr_.

Do I refuse her that I doubt her worth?
Were she as vertuous as she would be thought,
So perfect that no one of her own sex
Could find a want, had she so tempting fair,
That she could wish it off for damning souls,
I would pay any ransom, twenty lives
Rather than meet her married in my bed.
Perhaps I have a love, where I have fixt
Mine eyes not to be mov'd, and she on me,
I am not fickle.

_Arb_.

Is that all the cause?
Think you, you can so knit your self in love
To any other, that her searching sight
Cannot dissolve it? So before you tri'd,
You thought your self a match for me in [f]ight,
Trust me _Tigranes_, she can do as much