This Love, or what a devil it is I know not, begets more mischief than a Wake. I had rather be well beaten, starv'd, or lowsie, than live within the Air on't. He that had seen this brave fellow Charge through a grove of Pikes but t'other day, and look upon him now, will ne'r believe his eyes again: if he continue thus but two days more, a Taylor may beat him with one hand tied behind him. _Arb_. Alas, she would be at liberty. And there be a thousand reasons _Gobrias,_ Thousands that will deny't: Which if she knew, she would contentedly Be where she is: and bless her vertues for it, And me, though she were closer, she would, _Gobrias,_ Good man indeed she would. _Gob_. Then good Sir, for her satisfaction, Send for her and with reason make her know Why she must live thus from you. _Arb_. I will; go bring her to me. [_Exeunt all_. _Enter_ Bessus, _And two Sword-men, and a Boy_. _Bes_. Y'are very welcome both; some stools boy, And reach a Table; Gentlemen o'th' Sword, Pray sit without more complement; be gone child. I have been curious in the searching of you, Because I understand you wise and valiant persons. _1_. We understand our selves Sir. _Bes_. Nay Gentlemen, and dear friends o'th' Sword, No complement I pray, but to the cause I hang upon, which in few, is my honour. _2_. You cannot hang too much Sir, for your honour, But to your cause. _Bes_. Be wise, and speak truth, my first doubt is, My beating by my Prince. _1_. Stay there a little Sir, do you doubt a beating? Or have you had a beating by your Prince? _Bes_. Gentlemen o'th' Sword, my Prince has beaten me. _2_. Brother, what think you of this case? _1_. If he has beaten him, the case is clear. _2_. If he have beaten him, I grant the case; But how? we cannot be too subtil in this business, I say, but how? _Bes_. Even with his Royal hand. _1_. Was it a blow of love, or indignation? _Bes_. 'Twas twenty blows of indignation, Gentlemen, Besides two blows o'th face. _2_. Those blows o'th' face have made a new cause on't, The rest were but an horrible rudeness. _1_. Two blows o'th' face, and given by a worse man, I must confess, as the Sword-men say, had turn'd the business: Mark me brother, by a worse man; but being by his Prince, had they been ten, and those ten drawn teeth, besides the hazard of his nose for ever; all this had been but favours: this is my flat opinion, which I'le die in. _2_. The King may do much Captain, believe it; for had he crackt your Scull through, like a bottle, or broke a Rib or two with tossing of you, yet you had lost no honour: This is strange you may imagine, but this is truth now Captain. _Bes_. I will be glad to embrace it Gentlemen; But how far may he strike me? _1_.