_Arb_.

And yet I conquer'd him, and could have don't
Hadst thou joyn'd with him, though thy name in Arms
Be great; must all men that are vertuous
Think suddenly to match themselves with me?
I conquered him and bravely, did I not?

_Bes_.

And please your Majesty, I was afraid at first.

_Mar_.

When wert thou other?

_Arb_.

Of what?

_Bes_.

That you would not have spy'd your best advantages, for your
Majesty in my opinion lay too high, methinks, under favour, you
should have lain thus.

_Mar_.

Like a Taylor at a wake.