[_Exit_ Arane.
_Bac_.
Madam be wise hereafter; I am glad I have lost this Office.
_Gob_.
Good Captain _Bessus_, tell us the discourse betwixt _Tigranes_
and our King, and how we got the victory.
_Pan_.
I prethee do, and if my Brother were
In any danger, let not thy tale make
Him abide there long before thou bring him off,
For all that while my heart will beat.
_Bes_.
Madam let what will beat, I must tell the truth, and thus it was;
they fought single in lists, but one to one; as for my own part,
I was dangerously hurt but three days before, else, perhaps, we
had been two to two, I cannot tell, some thought we had, and the
occasion of my hurt was this, the enemy had made Trenches.
_Gob_.
Captain, without the manner of your hurt be much material to this
business, we'l hear't some other time.
_Pan_.