You take all great care what will offend me,
When you dare to utter such things as these.

_Mar_.

You told _Tigranes_, you had won his Land,
With that sole arm propt by Divinity:
Was not that bragging, and a wrong to us,
That daily ventured lives?

_Arb_.

O that thy name
Were as great, as mine, would I had paid my wealth,
It were as great, as I might combate thee,
I would through all the Regions habitable
Search thee, and having found thee, wi'my Sword
Drive thee about the world, till I had met
Some place that yet mans curiosity
Hath mist of; there, there would I strike thee dead:
Forgotten of mankind, such Funeral rites
As beasts would give thee, thou shouldst have.

_Bes_.

The King rages extreamly, shall we slink away? He'l strike us.

_2 Gent_.