Tima. I will not use any violence against your Highness.
Leu. At thy peril then, for this must be thy trial: and from henceforth look to thy self.
[Timantus draws his sword, and runs at him when he turns aside.
Tim. I do beseech you, Sir, let me not fight.
Leu. Up, up again Timantus,
There is no way but this, believe me.
Now if—Fie, fie Timantus, is there no
Usage can recover thee from baseness? wert thou
Longer to converse with men, I would have chid
Thee for this: be all thy faults forgiven.
Tim. Oh spare me Sir, I am not fit for death.
Leu. I think th[o]u art not, yet trust me, fitter than for life: Yet tell me e'r thy breath be gone, know'st of any other plots against me?
Tim. Of none.
Leu. What course wouldst thou have taken, when thou hadst kill'd me?
Tim. I would have ta'en your Page, and married her.