_Arc._ Defy me in these fair terms, and you show More than a Mistris to me, no more anger As you love any thing that's honorable: We were not bred to talk man, when we are arm'd And both upon our guards, then let our fury Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us, And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty Truely pertains (without obbraidings, scorns, Dispisings of our persons, and such powtings Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes) will be seen And quickly, yours, or mine: Wilt please you arme Sir? Or if you feel your self not fitting yet And furnish'd with your old strength, I'll stay Cosen And ev'ry day discourse you into health, As I'm spar'd, your person I 'm friends with And I could wish I had not said I lov'd her Though I had [dide]; But loving such a Lady And justifying my Love, I must not fly from't. _Pal. Arcite_, thou art so brave an enemy That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee, I'm well, and lusty, choose your Armes. _Arc._ Choose you Sir. _Pal._ Wilt thou exceed in all, or do'st thou doe it To make me spare thee? _Arc._ If you think so Cosen, You are deceiv'd, for as I 'm a Soldier, I will not spare you. _Pal._ That's well said. _Arc._ You'll find it. _Pal._ Then as [I am] an honest man and love, With all the justice of affection I'll pay thee soundly: This I'll take. _Arc._ That's mine then, I'll arme you first. _Pal._ Do: Pray thee tell me Cosen, Where gotst thou this good Armor? _Arc._ 'Tis the Dukes, And to say true, I stole it, doe I pinch you? _Pal._ No. _Arc._ Is't not too heavie? _Pal._ I have worn a lighter, But I shall make it serve. _Arc._ I'll buckl't close. _Pal._ By any means. _Arc._ You care not for a Grand guard? _Pal._ No, no, we'll use no horses, I perceive You would fain be at that Fight. _Arc._ I'm indifferent. _Pal._ Faith so am I: Good Cosen, thrust the buckle Through far enough. _Arc._ I warrant you. _Pal._ My Cask now. _Arc._ Will you fight bare-arm'd? _Pal._ We shall be the nimbler. _Arc._ But use your Gantlets though; those are o'th' least, Prethee take mine good Cosen. _Pal._ Thank you _Arcite_. How doe I look, am I falen much away? _Arc._ Faith very little; Love has us'd you kindly. _Pal._ I'll warrant thee, I'll strike home. _Arc._ Doe, and spare not; I'll give you cause sweet Cosen. _Pal._ Now to you Sir, Me thinks this Armor's very like that, _Arcite_, Thou wor'st that day the 3. Kings fell, but lighter. _Arc._ That was a very good one, and that day I well remember, you out-did me Cosen, I never saw such valour: When you charg'd Upon the left wing of the Enemie, I spur'd hard to come up, and under me I had a right good horse.