ARCITE.
Choose you, Sir.
PALAMON.
Wilt thou exceede in all, or do'st thou doe it
To make me spare thee?
ARCITE.
If you thinke so, Cosen,
You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier,
I will not spare you.
PALAMON.
That's well said.
ARCITE.
You'l finde it.
PALAMON.
Then, as I am an honest man and love
With all the justice of affection,
Ile pay thee soundly. This ile take.
ARCITE.
That's mine, then;
Ile arme you first.
PALAMON.
Do: pray thee, tell me, Cosen,
Where gotst thou this good Armour?
ARCITE.
Tis the Dukes,
And to say true, I stole it; doe I pinch you?
PALAMON.
Noe.
ARCITE.
Is't not too heavie?
PALAMON.
I have worne a lighter,
But I shall make it serve.
ARCITE.
Ile buckl't close.
PALAMON.
By any meanes.
ARCITE.
You care not for a Grand guard?
PALAMON.
No, no; wee'l use no horses: I perceave
You would faine be at that Fight.
ARCITE.
I am indifferent.
PALAMON.
Faith, so am I: good Cosen, thrust the buckle
Through far enough.
ARCITE.
I warrant you.
PALAMON.
My Caske now.
ARCITE.
Will you fight bare-armd?
PALAMON.
We shall be the nimbler.
ARCITE.
But use your Gauntlets though; those are o'th least,
Prethee take mine, good Cosen.
PALAMON.
Thanke you, Arcite.
How doe I looke? am I falne much away?
ARCITE.
Faith, very little; love has usd you kindly.
PALAMON.
Ile warrant thee, Ile strike home.
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