_Dares._ Thine! And why so? _Tophas._ I was the first that ever devised war, and therefore by Mars himself had given me for my arms a whole armoury; and thus I go as you see, clothed with artillery; it is not silks (milksops), nor tissues, nor the fine wool of Ceres, but iron, steel, swords, flame, shot, terror, clamour, blood and ruin that rocks asleep my thoughts, which never had any other cradle but cruelty. Let me see, do you not bleed? _Dares._ Why so? _Tophas._ Commonly my words wound. _Samias._ What then do your blows? _Tophas._ Not only wound, but also confound. _Samias._ How darest thou come so near thy master, Epi? Sir Tophas, spare us. _Tophas._ You shall live. You, Samias, because you are little; you, Dares, because you are no bigger; and both of you, because you are but two; for commonly I kill by the dozen, and have for every particular adversary a peculiar weapon.... _Samias._ What is this? Call you it your sword? _Tophas._ No, it is my scimitar; which I, by construction often studying to be compendious, call my smiter. _Dares._ What, are you also learned, sir? _Tophas._ Learned? I am all Mars and Ars. _Samias._ Nay, you are all mass and ass. _Tophas._ Mock you me? You shall both suffer, yet with such weapons as you shall make choice of the weapon wherewith you shall perish. Am I all a mass or lump? Is there no proportion in me? Am I all ass? Is there no wit in me? Epi, prepare them to the slaughter. _Samias._ I pray, sir, hear us speak! We call you mass, which your learning doth well understand is all man, for _Mas maris_ is a man. Then _As_ (as you know) is a weight, and we for your virtues account you a weight. _Tophas._ The Latin hath saved your lives, the which a world of silver could not have ransomed. I understand you, and pardon you. _Dares._ Well, Sir Tophas, we bid you farewell, and at our next meeting we will be ready to do you service.