_Bes_.

And then, if please your Majesty to remember, at 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_.