No, nor your nature neither, though they are things fitter I must confess for any thing, than my remembrance, or any honest mans: what shall these Billets do; be pil'd up in my wood-yard?
Bes.
Your Lordship holds your mirth still, Heaven continue it: but for these Gentlemen, they come—
Bac.
To swear you are a Coward, spare your book, I do believe it.
Bes.
Your Lordship still draws wide, they come to vouch under their valiant hands I am no Coward.
Bac.
That would be a show indeed worth seeing: sirra be wise, and take Mony for this motion, travel with it, and where the name of Bessus has been known or a good Coward stirring, 'twill yield more than a tilting. This will prove more beneficial to you, if you be thrifty, than your Captainship, and more natural: men of most valiant hands is this true?
2 Sword.