Mar.
Would you but leave these hasty tempers, which I do not say take from you all your worth, but darken 'em, then you will shine indeed.
Arb.
Well.
Mar.
Yet I would have you keep some passions, lest men should take you for a God, your vertues are such.
Arb.
Why now you flatter.
Mar.
I never understood the word, were you no King, and free from these moods, should I choose a companion for wit and pleasure, it should be you; or for honesty to enterchange my bosom with, it should be you; or wisdom to give me counsel, I would pick out you; or valour to defend my reputation, still I should find you out; for you are fit to fight for all the world, if it could come in question: Now I have spoke, consider to your self, find out a use; if so, then what shall fall to me is not material.