No, nor your nature neither, though they are things fitter I confesse for anything, then my remembrance, or anie honestmans, what shall these billets doe, be pilde up in my Wood-yard?
Bes.
Your Lordship holds your mirth still, God continue it: but for these Gentlemen they come.
Bac.
To sweare you are a Coward, spare your Booke, I doe beleeve it.
Bes.
Your Lordship still drawes wide, they come to vouch under their valiant hands, I am no Coward.
Bac.
That would be a shew indeed worth seeing: sirra be wise and take money for this motion, travell with it, and where the name of Bessus has been knowne, or a good Coward stirring, twill yeeld more then a tilting. This will prove more beneficiall to you, if you be thriftie, then your Captaineship, and more naturall; Men of most valiant hands is this true?
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