Scene 9.
Affectionata, I hear thou hast bought Arms, I am sure thou canst not fight.
I am sure I will do my indeavour, my Lord.
Why, the very weight of thy Arms will sink thee down.
O no, my Lord; my desire shall beat them up.
Alas, thou halt no strength to fight?
What strength my active body wants, my vigorous spirits shall make good.
Prethee, my boy, do not adventure thy self, but stay in my Tent.
That would be a shame for me, and a dishonour to you, since you have adopted me your son, wherefore the World shall never say, you have bestowed your favour and your love upon a coward.
I well perceive I have adopted a very willfull boy?
Indeed, my Lord, I have no will, but what doth follow you.