Mar. Your Jealousie, nothing else; or such perhaps
As are afraid as much of us, who knows
But about the like business? but for your fears sake
I'll advise and intreat one curtesie.
Ant. What's that friend?
Mar. I will not be denyed, Sir,
Change your upper garments with me.
Ant. It needs not.
Mar. I think so too, but I will have it so,
If you dare trust me with the better Sir.
Ant. Nay then.
Mar. If there should be danger towards,
There will be the main mark I'm sure.
Ant. Here thou tak'st from me.
Mar. Tush, the General
Must be safe, how ere the Battle goes:
See you the Beacon yonder?
Ant. Yes, we are near shore.