3 Gent.
From one that holds himself wrong'd by you some three years since: your worth he says is fam'd, and he doth nothing doubt but you will do him right, as beseems a souldier.
Bes.
A pox on 'em, so they cry all.
3 Gent.
And a slight note I have about me for you, for the delivery of which you must excuse me; it is an office that friendship calls upon me to do, and no way offensive to you; since I desire but right on both sides.
Bes.
'Tis a challenge Sir, is it not?
3 Gent.
'Tis an inviting to the field.