Arb. I see there’s truth in no man, nor obedience,
But for his own ends: Why did you let her in?

Bac. It was your own command to bar none from him:
Besides, the princess sent her ring, sir, for my warrant.

Arb. A token to Tigranes, did she not?
Sir, tell truth.

Bac. I do not use to lie, sir.
’Tis no way I eat, or live by; and I think
This is no token, sir.

Mar. This combat has undone him: If he had been well beaten, he had been temperate. I shall never see him handsome again, till he have a horseman’s staff yoked through his shoulders, or an arm broke with a bullet.

Arb. I am trifled with.

Bac. Sir?

Arb. I know it, as I know thee to be false.

Mar. Now the clap comes.

Bac. You never knew me so, sir, I dare speak it;
And, durst a worse man tell me, though my better—

Mar. ’Tis well said, by my soul.

Arb. Sirrah, you answer as you had no life.

Bac. That I fear, sir, to lose nobly.

Arb. I say, sir, once again—

Bac. You may say what you please, sir:
’Would I might do so.

Arb. I will, sir; and say openly,
This woman carries letters: By my life,
I know she carries letters; this woman does it.

Mar. ’Would Bessus were here, to take her aside and search her; he would quickly tell you what she carried, sir.

Arb. I have found it out, this woman carries letters.

Mar. If this hold, ’twill be an ill world for bawds, chambermaids, and post-boys. I thank Heaven, I have none but his letters-patents, things of his own inditing.

Arb. Prince, this cunning cannot do’t.

Tigr. Do what, sir? I reach you not.

Arb. It shall not serve your turn, prince.

Tigr. Serve my turn, sir?

Arb. Ay, sir, it shall not serve your turn.

Tigr. Be plainer, good sir.