_Mar_.
Now the clap comes.
_Bac_.
You never knew me so, Sir I dare speak it,
And durst a worse man tell me, though my better--
_Mar_.
'Tis well said, by my soul.
_Arb_.
Sirra, you answer as you had no life.
_Bac_.
That I fear Sir to lose nobly.
_Arb_.