That you would not have spy'd your best advantages, for your Majesty in my opinion lay too high, methinks, under favour, you should have lain thus. _Mar_. Like a Taylor at a wake. _Bes_. And then, if please your Majesty to remember, at one time, by my troth I wisht my self wi'you. _Mar_. By my troth thou wouldst ha' stunk 'em both out o'th' Lists. _Arb_. What to do? _Bes_. To put your Majesty in mind of an occasion; you lay thus, and _Tigranes_ falsified a blow at your Leg, which you by doing thus avoided; but if you had whip'd up your Leg thus, and reach'd him on the ear, you had made the Blood-Royal run down his head. _Mar_. What Country Fence-school learn'st thou at? _Arb_. Pish, did not I take him nobly? _Mar_. Why you did, and you have talked enough on't. _Arb_. Talkt enough? Will you confine my word? by heaven and earth, I were much better be a King of beasts Than such a people: if I had not patience Above a God, I should be call'd a Tyrant Throughout the world. They will offend to death Each minute: Let me hear thee speak again, And thou art earth again: why this is like _Tigranes_ speech that needs would say I brag'd. _Bessus_, he said I brag'd. _Bes_. Ha, ha, ha. _Arb_. Why dost thou laugh? By all the world, I'm grown ridiculous To my own Subjects: Tie me in a Chair And jest at me, but I shall make a start, And punish some that others may take heed How they are haughty; who will answer me? He said I boasted, speak _Mardonius_, Did I? He will not answer, O my temper! I give you thanks above, that taught my heart Patience, I can endure his silence; what will none Vouchsafe to give me answer? am I grown To such a poor respect, or do you mean To break my wind? Speak, speak, some one of you, Or else by heaven. _1 Gent_. So please your. _Arb_. Monstrous, I cannot be heard out, they cut me off, As if I were too saucy, I will live In woods, and talk to trees, they will allow me To end what I begin. The meanest Subject Can find a freedom to discharge his soul And not I, now it is a time to speak, I hearken. _1 Gent_. May it please. _Arb_. I mean not you, Did not I stop you once? but I am grown To balk, but I defie, let another speak. _2 Gent_. I hope your Majesty. _Arb_. Thou drawest thy words, That I must wait an hour, where other men Can hear in instants; throw your words away, Quick, and to purpose, I have told you this. _Bes_. And please your Majesty. _Arb_. Wilt thou devour me? this is such a rudeness As you never shew'd me, and I want Power to command too, else _Mardonius_ Would speak at my request; were you my King, I would have answered at your word _Mardonius_, I pray you speak, and truely, did I boast? _Mar_. Truth will offend you. _Arb_. You take all great care what will offend me, When you dare to utter such things as these. _Mar_.