Mar.
Indeed this is none.
_Arb.
Tigranes, Nay did I but take delight To stretch my deeds as others do, on words, I could amaze my hearers.
Mar.
So you do.
Arb.
But he shall wrong his and my modesty,
That thinks me apt to boast after any act
Fit for a good man to do upon his foe.
A little glory in a souldiers mouth
Is well-becoming, be it far from vain.
Mar.
'Tis pity that valour should be thus drunk.