All this is of thy self, I pray thee Bessus tell something of
  my Brother, did he nothing?

Bes.

  Why yes, I’le tell your Grace, they were not to fight till the
  word given, which for my own part, by my troth I confess I was
  not to give.

Pan.

See for his own part.

Bac.

  I fear yet this fellow’s abus’d with a good report.

Bes.

  But I—­

Pan.

  Still of himself.

Bes.

Cri’d give the word, when as some of them say, Tigranes was stooping, but the word was not given then, yet one Cosroes of the enemies part, held up his finger to me, which is as much with us Martialists, as I will fight with you:  I said not a word, nor made sign during the combate, but that once done.

Pan.

  He slips o’re all the fight.

Bes.

  I call’d him to me, Cosroes said I.

Pan.

  I will hear no more.

Bes.

  No, no, I lie.

Bac.

  I dare be sworn thou dost.

Bes.

  Captain said I, so it was.

Pan.

  I tell thee, I will hear no further.

Bes.

  No?  Your Grace will wish you had.

Pan.

  I will not wish it, what is this the Lady
  My brother writes to me to take?

Bes.

  And please your Grace this is she:  Charge, will you come near the
  Princess?

Pan.

  You’r welcome from your Country, and this land shall shew unto
  you all the kindness that I can make it; what’s your name?

Spa.

  Thalectris.

Pan.

  Y’are very welcome, you have got a letter to put you to me, that
  has power enough to place mine enemy here; then much more you
  that are so far from being so to me that you ne’re saw me.

Bes.

  Madam, I dare pass my word for her truth.

Spa.

  My truth?

Pan.

  Why Captain, do you think I am afraid she’l steal?

Bes.

I cannot tell, servants are slippery, but I dare give my word for her, and for honesty, she came along with me, and many favours she did me by the way, but by this light none but what she might do with modesty, to a man of my rank.

Pan.

  Why Captain, here’s no body thinks otherwise.

Bes.

Nay, if you should, your Grace may think your pleasure; but I am sure I brought her from Armenia, and in all that way, if ever I touch’d any bare of her above her knee, I pray God I may sink where I stand.

Spa.