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.

_Arb_.

A wench upon my life, a wench _Mardonius_ gave thee that jewel.

_Mar_.

Wench! they respect not me, I'm old and rough, and every limb
about me, but that which should, grows stiffer, I'those
businesses I may swear I am truly honest: for I pay justly for
what I take, and would be glad to be at a certainty.

_Arb_.

Why, do the wenches encroach upon thee?

_Mar_.

I by this light do they.

_Arb_.