Captain, without the manner of your hurt be much material to this business, we'l hear't some other time.
Pan.
I prethee leave it, and go on with my Brother.
Bes.
I will, but 'twould be worth your hearing: To the
Lists they came, and single-sword and gantlet was their fight.
Pan.
Alas!
Bes.
Without the Lists there stood some dozen Captains of either side mingled, all which were sworn, and one of those was I: and 'twas my chance to stand next a Captain o'th' enemies side, called Tiribasus; Valiant they said he was; whilst these two Kings were streaching themselves, this Tiribasus cast something a scornful look on me, and ask't me who I thought would overcome: I smil'd and told him if he would fight with me, he should perceive by the event of that whose King would win: something he answered, and a scuffle was like to grow, when one Zipetus offered to help him, I—
Pan.