Bes.
My Lord, I take this as a punishment for the offence I did when I was a Coward.
Bac.
When thou wert? Confess thy self a Coward still, or by this light, I'le beat thee into Spunge.
Bes.
Why I am one.
Bac.
Are you so Sir? And why do you wear a Sword then?
Come unbuckle.
Bes.
My Lord.