The Souldiers.

_Mar_.

If I were not a very merrily dispos'd man, what would become of
thee? one that had but a grain of choler in the whole composition
of his body, would send thee of an errand to the worms for
putting thy name upon that field: did not I beat thee there i'th'
head o'th' Troops with a Trunchion, because thou wouldst needs
run away with thy company, when we should charge the enemy?

_Bes_.

True, but I did not run.

_Mar_.

Right _Bessus_, I beat thee out on't.

_Bes_.

But came I not up when the day was gone, and redeem'd
all?

_Mar_.

Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meanedst to flie, and thy fear
making thee mistake, thou ranst upon the enemy, and a hot charge
thou gav'st, as I'le do thee right, thou art furious in running