Arb.
You will?
Spa.
Alas my fortune.
Tigr.
Do not fear his frown, dear Madam, hear me.
Arb.
Fear not my frown? but that 'twere base in me
To fight with one I know I can o'recome,
Again thou shouldst be conquer'd by me.
Mar.
He has one ransome with him already; me-thinks
'T were good to fight double, or quit.