Arc. You'll find it.
Pal. Then as [I am] an honest man and love,
With all the justice of affection
I'll pay thee soundly: This I'll take.
Arc. That's mine then,
I'll arme you first.
Pal. Do: Pray thee tell me Cosen,
Where gotst thou this good Armor?
Arc. 'Tis the Dukes,
And to say true, I stole it, doe I pinch you?
Pal. No.
Arc. Is't not too heavie?
Pal. I have worn a lighter,
But I shall make it serve.
Arc. I'll buckl't close.
Pal. By any means.