_2 Gent_.

I hope your Majesty.

_Arb_.

Thou drawest thy words,
That I must wait an hour, where other men
Can hear in instants; throw your words away,
Quick, and to purpose, I have told you this.

_Bes_.

And please your Majesty.

_Arb_.

Wilt thou devour me? this is such a rudeness
As you never shew'd me, and I want
Power to command too, else _Mardonius_
Would speak at my request; were you my King,
I would have answered at your word _Mardonius_,
I pray you speak, and truely, did I boast?

_Mar_.

Truth will offend you.

_Arb_.