A King, and No King

by Francis Beaumont; John Fletcher

Methinks this need not have been delivered with such a caution;
I'le do it.

Arb.

There is more yet,
Wilt thou be faith[f]ul to me?

Mar.

Sir, if I take upon me to deliver it, after I hear it, I'le pass through fire to do it.

Arb.

I love her better than a Brother ought;
Dost thou conceive me?

Mar.

I hope you do not Sir.

Arb.