Of living victory: But as you are
Great, and well worthy to be stiled Great,
It would betray a poverty of Spirit
In me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent,
If I should coward-like surrender up
The interest which the inheritance of your vertue
And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour:
My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which any
That wears a Sword, and hath but seen me fight,
Gives me, I will not share, nor yield one jot,
One tittle.

Cassilanes:

Not to me?

Antinous:

You are my Father,
Yet not to you.

Cassilanes:

Ambitious Boy, how dar'st thou
To tell me, that thou wilt contend?

Antinous:

Had I
Been slothful, and not follow'd you in all