Yes, there's your Ring again; what have I done
Dishonestly in my whole life, name it,
That you should put so base a business to me?
Arb.
Didst thou not tell me thou wouldst do it?
Mar.
Yes; if I undertook it, but if all
My hairs were lives, I would not be engag'd
In such a case to save my last life.
Arb.
O guilt! ha how poor and weak a thing art thou!
This man that is my servant, whom my breath
Might blow upon the world, might beat me here
Having this cause, whil'st I prest down with sin
Could not resist him: hear Mardonius,
It was a motion mis-beseeming man,
And I am sorry for it.
Mar.
Heaven grant you may be so: you must understand, nothing that you can utter, can remove my love and service from my Prince. But otherwise, I think I shall not love you more. For you are sinful, and if you do this crime, you ought to have no Laws. For after this, it will be great injustice in you to punish any offender for any crime. For my self I find my heart too big: I feel I have not patience to look on whilst you run these forbidden courses. Means I have none but your favour, and I am rather glad that I shall lose 'em both together, than keep 'em with such conditions; I shall find a dwelling amongst some people, where though our Garments perhaps be courser, we shall be richer far within, and harbour no such vices in 'em: the Gods preserve you, and mend.
Arb.