Arb.

When you commend me?  O that I should live To need such commendations:  If my deeds Blew not my praise themselves about the earth, I were most wretched:  spare your idle praise:  If thou didst mean to flatter, and shouldst utter Words in my praise, that thou thoughtst impudence, My deeds should make ’em modest:  when you praise I hug you? ’tis so [false], that wert thou worthy thou shouldst receive a death, a glorious death from me:  but thou shalt understand thy lies, for shouldst thou praise me into Heaven, and there leave me inthron’d, I would despise thee though as much as now, which is as much as dust because I see thy envie.

Mar.

  However you will use me after, yet for your own promise sake,
  hear me the rest.

Arb.

  I will, and after call unto the winds, for they shall lend as
  large an ear as I to what you utter:  speak.

Mar.

  Would you but leave these hasty tempers, which
  I do not say take from you all your worth, but darken ’em,
  then you will shine indeed.

Arb.

  Well.

Mar.

  Yet I would have you keep some passions, lest men should take you
  for a God, your vertues are such.

Arb.

  Why now you flatter.

Mar.

I never understood the word, were you no King, and free from these moods, should I choose a companion for wit and pleasure, it should be you; or for honesty to enterchange my bosom with, it should be you; or wisdom to give me counsel, I would pick out you; or valour to defend my reputation, still I should find you out; for you are fit to fight for all the world, if it could come in question:  Now I have spoke, consider to your self, find out a use; if so, then what shall fall to me is not material.

Arb.

Is not material? more than ten such lives, as mine, Mardonius:  it was nobly said, thou hast spoke truth, and boldly such a truth as might offend another.  I have been too passionate and idle, thou shalt see a swift amendment, but I want those parts you praise me for:  I fight for all the world?  Give me a sword, and thou wilt go as far beyond me, as thou art beyond in years, I know thou dar’st and wilt; it troubles me that I should use so rough a phrase to thee, impute it to my folly, what thou wilt, so thou wilt par[d]on me:  that thou and I should differ thus!

Mar.

Why ’tis no matter Sir.

Arb.

Faith but it is, but thou dost ever take all things I do, thus patiently, for which I never can requite thee, but with love, and that thou shalt be sure of.  Thou and I have not been merry lately:  pray thee tell me where hadst thou that same jewel in thine ear?

Mar.

  Why at the taking of a Town.