Kings and rulers -- Drama; Political plays; Tragicomedy
fraid, that I saw no more than my shoulders doe, but fled with my
whole company amongst my Enemies, and overthrew 'em: Now the
report of my valour is come over before me, and they say I was a
raw young fellow, but now I am improv'd, a Plague on their
eloquence, 't will cost me many a beating; And _Mardonius_ might
help this too, if he would; for now they think to get honour on
me, and all the men I have abus'd call me freshly worthily, as
they call it by the way of challenge.
_Enter a Gent_.
_3 Gent_.
Good morrow, Captain _Bessus_.
_Bes_.
Good morrow Sir.
_3 Gent_.
I come to speak with you.
_Bes_.
You're very welcome.
_3 Gent_.
From one that holds himself wrong'd by you some
three years since: your worth he says is fam'd, and he doth
nothing doubt but you will do him right, as beseems a souldier.
_Bes_.
A pox on 'em, so they cry all.
_3 Gent_.
And a slight note I have about me for you, for the delivery of
which you must excuse me; it is an office that friendship calls
upon me to do, and no way offensive to you; since I desire but
right on both sides.
_Bes_.
'Tis a challenge Sir, is it not?
_3 Gent_.
'Tis an inviting to the field.
_Bes_.
An inviting? O Sir your Mercy, what a Complement he delivers it
with? he might as agreeable to my nature present me poison with
such a speech: um um um reputation, um um um call you to account,
um um um forc'd to this, um um um with my Sword, um um um like a
Gentleman, um um um dear to me, um um um satisfaction: 'Tis very
well Sir, I do accept it, but he must await an answer this
thirteen weeks.
_3 Gent_.
Why Sir, he would be glad to wipe off his stain as soon as he
could.
_Bes_.
Sir upon my credit I am already ingag'd to two hundred, and
twelve, all which must have their stains wip'd off, if that be
the word, before him.
_3 Gent_.
Sir, if you be truly ingag'd but to one, he shall stay a
competent time.
_Bes_.
Upon my faith Sir, to two hundred and twelve, and I have a spent
body, too much bruis'd in battel, so that I cannot fight, I must
be plain, above three combats a day: All the kindness I can shew
him, is to set him resolvedly in my rowle, the two hundred and
thirteenth man, which is something, for I tell you, I think there
will be more after him, than before him, I think so; pray you
commend me to him, and tell him this.
_3 Gent_.
I will Sir, good morrow to you.
[_Exit 3 Gent_.
_Bes_.
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