_Spa_.

Can you imagine that a longing maid
When she beholds you, can be pull'd away
With words from loving you?

_Tigr_.

Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous.

_Spa_.

Why, I had rather lose you: can my heart
Consent to let my tongue throw out such words,
And I that ever yet spoke what I thought,
Shall find it such a thing at first to lie?

_Tigr_.

Yet do thy best.

_Enter_ Bessus.

_Bes_.

What, is your Majesty ready?

_Tigr_.

There is the Lady, Captain.