Mar. Tis heathenishly done of em; in my conscience, thou deservst it not.
Bes. I ha done good service.
Mar. I do not know how thou mayst wait of a man ins chamber, or thy agility in shifting a trencher; but otherwise no service, good Bessus.
Bes. You saw me do the service yourself.
Mar. Not so hasty, sweet Bessus! Where was it? is the place vanishd?
Bes. At Bessus Desperate Redemption.
Mar. At Bessus Desperate Redemption! wheres that?
Bes. There, where I redeemd the day; the place bears my name.
Mar. Prythee who christend it?
Bes. The soldier.
Mar. If I were not a very merrily disposed man, what would become of thee? One that had but a grain of choler inthe whole composition of his body, would send thee of an errand to the worms, for putting thy name upon that field: Did not I beat thee there, ith head othtroops, with a truncheon, because thou wouldst needs run away with thy company, when we should charge the enemy?
Bes. True; but I did not run.
Mar. Right, Bessus: I beat thee out ont.
Bes. But came not I up when the day was gone, and redeemd all?
Mar. Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meantst to fly, and thy fear making thee mistake, thou ranst upon the enemy; and a hot charge thou gavest; as, Ill do thee right, thou art furious in running away; and, I think, we owe thy fear for our victory. If I were the king, and were sure thou wouldst mistake always, and run away upon the enemy, thou shouldst be general, by this light.
Bes. Youll never leave this till I fall foul.
Mar. No more such words, dear Bessus; for though I have ever known thee a coward, and therefore durst never strike thee, yet if thou proceedst, I will allow thee valiant, and beat thee.
Bes. Come, our kings a brave fellow.
Mar. He is so, Bessus; I wonder how thou comst to know it. But, if thou wert a man of understanding, I would tell thee, he is vain-glorious and humble, and angry and patient, and merry and dull, and joyful and sorrowful, in extremities, in an hour. Do not think me thy friend, for this; for if I cared who knew it, thou shouldst not hear it, Bessus. Here he is, with the prey in his foot.
Enter Arbaces, Tigranes, two Gentlemen, and Attendants.
Arb. Thy sadness, brave Tigranes, takes away