ARCITE.
You’ll find it.
PALAMON.
Then, as I am an honest man and love
With all the justice of affection,
I’ll pay thee soundly.
[He chooses armour.]
This I’ll take.
ARCITE.
That’s mine, then.
I’ll arm you first.
PALAMON.
Do.
[Arcite begins arming him.]
Pray thee, tell me, cousin,
Where got’st thou this good armour?
ARCITE.
’Tis the Duke’s,
And, to say true, I stole it. Do I pinch you?
PALAMON.
No.