_Mar_.
Sir, I will speak.
_Arb_.
Will ye?
_Mar_.
It is my duty. I fear you will kill your self: I am a subject,
and you shall do me wrong in't: 'tis my cause, and I may speak.
_Arb_.
Thou art not train'd in sin, it seems _Mardonius_: kill my self!
by Heaven I will not do it yet; and when I will, I'le tell thee
then: I shall be such a creature, that thou wilt give me leave
without a word. There is a method in mans wickedness, it grows up
by degrees: I am not come so high as killing of my self, there
are a hundred thousand sins 'twixt me and it, which I must doe,
and I shall come to't at last; but take my oath not now, be
satisfied, and get thee hence.
_Mar_.