Hast never failed him yet, old servant. No,
I’m sure of thee. I know thy honesty.
Thou art stanch—stanch. Let me see my quiver.
Ges. Give him a single arrow.
Sol. I do.
Tell. Is it so you pick an arrow, friend?
The point, you see, is bent; the feather jagged.
(Breaks it.) That’s all the use ’tis fit for.
Ges. Let him have another.