Quaffed by the line of Nimrod.
Bel.'Twas a brave one.
Arb. And is a weak one—'tis worn out—we'll mend it.
Bel. Art sure of that?
Arb.Its founder was a hunter—
I am a soldier—what is there to fear?
Bel. The soldier.
Arb.And the priest, it may be: but
If you thought thus, or think, why not retain
Your king of concubines? why stir me up?