Ino. Your servant, captains. Sir, pray a word with you.
Plan. Prythee, be short, Inophilus; thou know'st
My business.
Ino. Sir, I am mad to see your tameness:
A man bound up by magic is not so still as you;
Nothing was ever precipitated thus,
And yet refus'd to see its ruin.
Plan. Thou art tedious, I shall not tarry.
Ino. You are made general.
Plan. I know it.
Ino. Against the Argives.
Plan. So.
Ino. With thirteen thousand men, no more, sir.
Plan. I am glad on't, the honour is the greater.