If I do not make my back-biters eat it to a knife within this
week, say I am not valiant.

_Enter a Messenger_.

_Mes_.

Health to your Majesty.

_Arb_.

From Gobrias?

_Mes_.

Yes Sir.

_Arb_.

How does he, is he well?

_Mes_.

In perfect health.

_Arb_.

Take that for thy good news. A trustier servant to his Prince
there lives not, than is good Gobrias.