Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous.
Spa.
Why, I had rather lose you: can my heart
Consent to let my tongue throw out such words,
And I that ever yet spoke what I thought,
Shall find it such a thing at first to lie?
Tigr.
Yet do thy best.
Enter Bessus.
Bes.
What, is your Majesty ready?
Tigr.
There is the Lady, Captain.