Patience, I can endure his silence; what will none
Vouchsafe to give me answer? am I grown
To such a poor respect, or do you mean
To break my wind? Speak, speak, some one of you,
Or else by heaven.

_1 Gent_.

So please your.

_Arb_.

Monstrous,
I cannot be heard out, they cut me off,
As if I were too saucy, I will live
In woods, and talk to trees, they will allow me
To end what I begin. The meanest Subject
Can find a freedom to discharge his soul
And not I, now it is a time to speak,
I hearken.

_1 Gent_.

May it please.

_Arb_.

I mean not you,
Did not I stop you once? but I am grown
To balk, but I defie, let another speak.