_Mar_.

Though you have all this worth, you hold some qualities that do
Eclipse your vertues.

_Arb_.

Eclipse my vertues?

_Mar_.

Yes, your passions, which are so manifold, that they appear even
in this: when I commend you, you hug me for that truth: but when
I speak your faults, you make a start, and flie the hearing but.

_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.