1 Phy. Now will we take him, And Cure him in a trice.
Dem. Be careful of him.
Lieu. Let me live but two years,
And do what ye will with me;
I never had but two hours yet of happiness;
Pray ye give me nothing to provoke my valour,
For I am ev'n as weary of this fighting—
2 Phy. Ye shall have nothing; come to the Princes Tent And there the Surgions presently shall search ye, Then to your rest.
Lieu. A little handsome Litter To lay me in, and I shall sleep.
Leo. Look to him.
Dem. I do believe a Horse begot this fellow, He never knew his strength yet; they are our own.
Leo. I think so, I am cozen'd else; I would but see now A way to fetch these off, and save their honours.
Dem. Only their lives.
Leo. Pray ye take no way of peace now, Unless it be with infinite advantage.