Arc. Faith very little; Love has us'd you kindly.
Pal. I'll warrant thee, I'll strike home.
Arc. Doe, and spare not;
I'll give you cause sweet Cosen.
Pal. Now to you Sir,
Me thinks this Armor's very like that, Arcite,
Thou wor'st that day the 3. Kings fell, but lighter.
Arc. That was a very good one, and that day
I well remember, you out-did me Cosen,
I never saw such valour: When you charg'd
Upon the left wing of the Enemie,
I spur'd hard to come up, and under me
I had a right good horse.
Pal. You had indeed
A bright Bay I remember.
Arc. Yes but all
Was vainly labour'd in me, you out-went me,
Nor could my wishes reach you; Yet a little
I did by imitation.
Pal. More by virtue,
Yo are modest Cosen.
Arc. When I saw you charge first,
Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder
Break from the Troop.
Pal. But still before that flew
The lightning of your valour: Stay a litt[l]e,
Is not this peece too streight?