Who never was acquainted but with Conquest So bravely fought he saw the Tartars shaken And there he said he left ' em Duke Where 's Boroskie 1 Gen. He is up again and 't please ye Bur. Sir me thinks This News should make ye lightsome bring Joy to ye It strikes our Hearts with general Comfort Ex. Du Gone What should this mean so suddenly He 's well 2. Gent. We see no other 1. Would the rest were well too That put these Starts into him Bur. I 'll go after him 2. 'T will not be fit Sir h 'as some Secret in him He would not be disturb'd in know you any thing Has crost him since the General went Bur. Not any If there had been I am sure I should have found it Only I have heard him oft complain for Money Money he says he wants 1. It may be that then Bur. To him that has so many ways to raise it And those so honest it cannot be Enter Duke and Boroskie 1. He comes back and Lord Boroskie with him Bur. There the Game goes I fear some new thing hatching Duke Come heither Burris Go see my Sister and commend me to her And to my little Mistriss give this Token Tell her I 'll see her shortly Bur. Yes I shall Sir Ex. Bur. and Gen. Duke Wait you without I would yet try him further Bor. 'T will not be much amiss has your Grace heard yet Of what he has done i' th' Field Duke A Post but now Came in who saw 'em joyn and has deliver'd The Enemy gave Ground before he parted Bor. 'T is well Duke Come speak thy mind Man 't is not for fighting And noise of War I keep thee in my Bosom Thy ends are nearer to me from my Childhood Thou brought'st me up and like another nature Made good all my Necessities speak boldly Bor. Sir what I utter will be thought but Envy Though I intend high heaven knows but your honour When vain and empty People shall proclaim me Good Sir excuse me Duke Do you fear me for your Enemy Speak on your Duty Bor. Then I must and dare Sir When he comes home take heed the Court receive him not Take heed he meet not with their Loves and Praises That Glass will shew him ten times greater Sir And make him strive to make good that Proportion Then e're his fortune bred him he is honourable At least I strive to understand him so And of a nature if not this way poyson'd Perfect enough easy and sweet but those are soon seduc'd He 's a great Man and what that Pill may work Prepar'd by general Voices of the People Is the end of all my Councel only this Sir Let him retire a while there 's more hangs by it Then you know yet there if he stand a while well But till the Soldier cool who for their Service You must pay now most liberally most freely And shoure your self into 'em t is the bounty They follow with their Loves and not their Bravery Enter 2 Gent. Duke But where 's the Money how now 2 Gent. Sir the Colonel Son to the Lord Archas with most happy News Of the Tartars overthrow without here Attends your Grace's pleasure Bor. Be not seen Sir He 's a bold Fellow let me stand his Thunders Toth ' Cout he must not come no Blessing here Sir No face of Favour if you love your Honour Enter Theo. Duke Do what you think is meetest I 'll retire Sir Ex. Bor. Conduct him in Sir welcome Noble Colonel The. That 's much from your Lordship pray where 's the Duke Bor. We hear you have bear the Tartar The. Is he busy Sir Bor. Have you taken Olin yet The. I would fain speak with him Bor. How many Men have ye lost The. Do's he lye this way Bor. I am sure you fought it bravely The. I must see him Bor. You cannot yet ye must not what 's your Commission The. No Gentleman o' th' Chamber here Bor. Why pray ye Sir Am not I fit to entertain your Business The. I think you are not Sir I am sure ye shall not I bring no Tales nor Flatteries In my Tongue Sir I carry no fork'd Stings Bor. You keep your Bluntness The. You are deceiv'd it keeps me I had felt else Some of your Plagues e're this but good Sir trifle not I have business to the Duke Bor. He 's not well Sir And cannot now be spoke withal The. Not well Sir How would he ha' been if we had lost not well Sir I bring him News to make him well his Enemy That would have burnt his City here and your House too Your brave gilt House my Lord your Honour's Hangings Where all your Ancestors and all their Battels Their silk and golden Battels are discipher'd That would not only have abus'd your Buildings Your goodly Buildings Sir and have drunk dry your Butteries Purloin'd your Lordship's Plate the Duke bestow'd on you For turning handsomely o' th' toe and trim'd your Virgins Trim'd 'em of a new Cut and 't like your Lordship 'T is ten to one your Wife too and the Curse is You had had no Remedy against these Rascals No Law and 't like your Honour would have kill'd you too And roasted ye and eaten ye e're this time Notable Knaves my Lord unruly Rascals These Youths have we tide up put Muzzels on 'em And par'd their Nails that honest civil Gentlemen And such most noble Persons as your self is May live in Peace and rule the Land with a twine Thread These News I bring Bor. And were they thus deliver'd ye The. My Lord I am no Pen-man nor no Orator My Tongue was never oyl'd with Here and 't like ye There I beseech ye weigh I am a Soldier And Truth I covet only no fine Terms Sir I come not to stand treating here my business Is with the Duke and of such general Blessing Bor. You have overthrown the Enemy we know it And we rejoyce in 't ye have done like honest Subjects You have done handsomely and well Theod. But well Sir But handsomely and well What are we Juglers I 'll do all that in cutting up a Capon But handsomely and well Does your Lordship take us For the Duke's Tumblers We have done bravely Sir Ventur'd our Lives like Men. Bor. Then bravely be it The. And for as brave Rewards we look and Graces We have Sweat and Bled sor't Sir Bor. And ye may have it If you will stay the giving Men that thank themselves first For any good they do take off the Lustre And blot the Benefit Theod. Are these the Welcomes The Bells that ring out our Rewards pray heartily Early and late there may be no more Enemies Do my good Lord Pray seriously and Sigh too For if there be Bor. They must be met and fought with The. By whom by you they must be met and flatter'd Why what a devil ails ye to do these things With what assurance dare ye mock Men thus You have
should ye are their Brother The. Is this the Business I had thought your mind Sir Had been set forward on some noble Action Something had truly stirr'd ye Toth ' Court with these Why they are your Daughters Sir Ar. All this I know Sir The. The good old Woman on a Bed he threw To th' Court Ar. Thou art not mad The. Nor drunk as you are Drunk with your duty Sir Do you call it Duty A Pox o' duty what can these do there What should they do Can ye look Babies Sisters In the young Gallants eyes and twirl their Band-strings Can ye ride out to air your selves Pray Sir Be serious with me Do you speak this truly Ar. Why didst thou never hear of Women Yet at Court boy The. Yes and good Women too very good Women Excellent honest Women but are you sure Sir That these will prove so Hon. There 's the danger Brother The. God a mercy Wench thou hast a grudging of it Ar. Now be you serious Sir and observe what I say Do it and do it handsomly go with ' em The. With all my heart Sir I am in no Fault now If they be thought Whores for being in my Company Pray write upon their backs they are my Sisters And where I shall deliver ' em Ar. Ye are wondrous Jocund But prethee tell me art thou so lewd a Fellow I never knew thee fail a truth The. I am a Soldier And spell ye what that means Ar. A Soldier What dost thou make of me The. Your Pallat 's down Sir Ar I thank ye Sir The. Come shall we to this matter You will to Court Hon. If you will please to honour us The. I 'le honour ye I warrant I 'le set yee off With such a lustre Wenches Alas poor Viola Thou art a Fool thou criest for eating White-bread Be a good House-wife of thy Tears and save 'em Thou wilt have time enough to shed 'em Sister Do you weep too Nay then I 'le fool no more Come worthy Sisters since it must be so And since he thinks it fit to try your Vertues Be you as strong to Truth as I to guard ye And this old Gentleman shall have joy of ye Exeunt Scene III. Enter Duke and Burris Duke Burris take you ten thousand of those Crowns And those two Chains of Pearl they hold the richest I give 'em ye Bur. I humbly thank your Grace And may your great Example work in me That noble Charity to Men more worthy And of more Wants Duke You bear a good mind Burris Take twenty thousand now Be not so modest It shall be so I give 'em go there 's my Ring for 't Bur. Heaven bless your Highness ever Exit Duke You are honest Enter Alinda and Putskie at Door Puts They 're coming now to Court as fair as Vertue Two brighter Stars ne're rose here Al. Peace I have it And what my Art can do the Duke Put. I am gone Remember Exit Al. I am counsell'd to the full Sir Duk. My pretty Mistress whether lyes your Business How kindly I should take this were it to me now Al. I must confess immediately to your Grace At this time Du. You have no Address I do believe ye I would ye had Al. 'T were too much Boldness Sir Upon so little Knowledge less deserving Du. You 'll make a perfect Courtier Al. a very poor one Du. A very fair one Sweet come hither to me What killing Eyes this Wench has in his Glory Not the bright Sun when the Sirian Star reigns Shines half so fiery Al. Why does your Grace so view me Nothing but common Handsomness dwells here Sir Scarce that your Grace is pleas'd to mock my meanness Du. Thou shalt not go I do not lie unto thee In my Eye thou appear'st Al. Dim not the sight Sir I am too dull an Object Du. Canst thou love me Canst thou love him will honour thee Al. I can love And love as you do too but 't will not shew well Or if it do shew here where all Light lustres Tinsel Affections make a glorious glistering 'T will halt i' th' handsome way Du. Are ye so cunning Dost think I love not truly Al. No ye cannot You never travell'd that way yet pray pardon me I prate so boldly to you Du. There 's no harm done But what 's your reason Sweet Al. I would tell your Grace But happily Du. It shall be pleasing to me Al. I should love you again and then you would hate me With all my Service I should follow ye And through all Dangers Du. This would more provoke me More make me see thy Worths More make me meet ' em Al. You should do so if ye did well and truly But though ye be a Prince and have Power in ye Power of Example too ye have fail'd and falter'd Du. Give me Example where Al. You had a Mistress Oh Heaven so bright so brave a Dame so lovely In all her Life so true Du. A Mistress Al. That serv'd ye with that Constancy that Care That lov'd your Will and woo'd it too Du. What Mistress Al. That nurs'd your Honour up held fast your Vertue And when she kiss'd encreas'd not stole your Goodness Du. And I neglected her Al. Lost her forsook her Wantonly flung her off Du. What was her Name Al. Her Name as lovely as her self as noble And in it all that 's excellent Du. What was it Al. Her Name was Beau-desert Do you know her now Sir Du. Beau-desert I not remember Al. I know you do not Yet she has a plainer Name Lord Archas Service Do you yet remember her there was a Mistress Fairer than Women far fonder to you Sir Than Mothers to their first-born Joys Can you love Dare you profess that Truth to me a Stranger A thing of no Regard no Name no Lustre When your most noble Love you have neglected A Beauty all the World would woo and honour Would you have me credit this think ye can love me And hold ye constant when I have read this Story Is' t possible you should ever favour me To a slight Pleasure prove a Friend and fast too When where you were most ty'd most bound to benefit bound by the Chains of Honesty and Honour You have broke and boldly too I am a weak one Arm'd only with my Fears I beseech your Grace Tempt me no further Du. Who taught you this Lesson Al. Woful Experience Sir If you seek a Fair one Worthy your Love if yet you have that perfect Two Daughters of his ruin'd Vertue now Arrive at Court excellent fair indeed Sir But this will be the Plague on 't they 're excellent honest Enter Olimpia and Petesca privately Du. I love thy Face Al. Upon my Life ye cannot I do not love it my self Sir 't is a lewd one So truly ill Art cannot mend it for if 't were handsome At least if I thought so you should hear me talk Sir In a new Strain and though ye are
Sol. I have fine Potatos Ripe Potatos 3. SONG 3 Sol. Will ye buy any Honesty come away I sell it openly by day I bring no forced light nor no Candle To cozen ye come buy and handle This will shew the great Man Good The Tradsman where he swears and lyes Each Lady of a noble Blood The City Dame to rule her Eyes Ye are rich Men now come buy and then I le make ye richer honest Men. 4. SONG 4 Sol. Have ye any crackt Maiden-heads to new leach or mend Have ye any old Maiden-heads to sell or to change Bring 'em to me with a little pritty Gin I le clout 'em I le mend 'em I le knock in a Pin Shall make 'em as good Maids agen As ever they have bin Bor. What means all this why do y'sell Brooms Ancient Is it Wantonness or Want An. The only Reason is To sweep your Lordships Conscience here 's one for the nonce Gape Sir you have swallowed many a goodlier Matter The only casting for a crazy Conscience 3 Sol. Will your Lordship buy any Honesty ' twilt be worth your Money Bor. How is this 3 Sol. Honesty my Lord 't is here in a Quill An. Take heed you open it not for 't is so subtle The least puff of Wind will blow it out oth'Kingdom 2 Sol. Will your Lordship taste a fine Potato 'T will advance your wither'd State Anc. Fill your Honour full of most noble Itches And make Jack dance in your Lordships Breeches 1 Sol. If your Daughters on their Beds Have bow'd or crackt their Maiden-heads If in a Coach with too much tumbling They chance to cry fie so what fumbling If her Foot slip and down fall she And break her Leg above the Knee The One and Thirtieth of February let this be tane And they shall be arrant Maids again Bor. Ye are brave Soldiers keep your wantonness A Winter will come on to shake this wilfulness Disport you selves and when you want your Money Ex. Anc. Broom Broom c. Exit Singing SCENE VI. Enter Alinda Honora Viola Al. You must not be so fearful little one Nor Lady you so sad you will ne're make Courtiers With these dull sullen Thoughts this Place is pleasure Perserv'd to that use so inhabited And those that live here live delightful joyful These are the Gardens of Adonis Ladies Where all sweets to their free and noble Uses Grow ever young and courted Hon. Bess me Heaven Can things of her years arrive at these Rudiments By your leave fair Gentlewoman how long have you bin here Al. Faith much about a Week Hon. You have studied hard And by my faith arriv'd at a great Knowledge Viol. Were not you bashful at first Al. Ay ay for an Hour or two But when I saw People laugh'd at me for it And thought it a dull Breeding Hon. You are govern'd here then Much after the Men's Opinions Al. Ever Lady Hon. And what they think is honourable Al. Most precisely We follow with all Faith Hon. A goodly Cathechism Viol. But bashful for an Hour or two Al. Faith to say true I do not think I was so long for look ye 'T is to no end here put on what shape ye will And sour your self with ne're so much Austerity You shall be courted in the same and won too 'T is but some two Hours more and so much time lost Which we hold precious here In so much time now As I have told you this you may lose a Servant Your Age nor all your Art can e'er recover Catch me occasion as she comes hold fast there Till what you do affect is ripn'd to ye Has the Duke seen ye yet Ho. What if he have not Al. You do your Beauties too much wrong appearing So full of sweetness newness set so richly As if a Council beyond Nature fram'd ye Hon. If we were thus say Heaven had given these Blessings Must we turn these to sin Oblations Al. How foolishly this Country way shews in ye How full of Flegm do you come here to pray Ladies You had best cry stand away let me alone Gentlemen I le tell my Father else Viol. This Woman 's naught sure A very naughty Woman Hon. Come say on friend I le be instructed by ye Al. You 'll thank me for 't Ho. Either I or the Devil shall The Duke you were speaking of Al. 'T is well remember'd yes let him first see you Appear not openly till he has view'd ye Hon. He 's a very Noble Prince they say Al. O wondrous gracious And as you may deliver your self at the first viewing For look ye you must bear your self yet take heed It be so season'd with a sweet Humility And grac'd with such a Bounty in your Beauty Hon. But I hope he will offer me no ill Al. No no T is like he will kiss ye and play with ye Hon. Play with me how Al. Why good Lord that you are such a Fool now No harm assure your self Viol. Will ye play with me too Al. Look Babies in your Eyes my pretty sweet one There 's a fine Sport do you know your Lodgings yet Hon. I hear of none Al. I do then they are handsome Convenient for access Viol. Access Al. Yes little one For Visitation of those Friends and Servants Your Beauties shall make choice of Friends and Visits Do you not know those uses Alas poor Novice There 's a close Couch or two handsomely placed too Viol. What are those I pray you Al. Who would be troubled with such raw things they are to lye upon And your Love by you and discourse and toy in Viol. Alas I have no Love Al. You must by any means You 'll have a Hundred fear not Viol. Honesty keep me What shall I do with all those Al. You 'll find uses You are ignorant yet let Time work you must learn too To lie handsomly in your Bed a Mornings neatly drest In a most curious Wastcoat to set you off well Play with your Bracelets Sing you must learn to Rhime too And Riddle neatly study the hardest Language And 't is no matter whether it be Sense or no So it go seemly off Be sure you profit In kissing kissing sweetly there lies a main Point A Key that opens to all practick Pleasure I le help you to a Friend of mine shall teach you And suddenly your Country way is fulsome Hon. Have you Schools for all these Mysteries Al. O yes And several Hours prefix'd to Study in You may have Kalanders to know the good Hour And when to take a Jewel for the Ill too When to refuse with Observations on 'em Under what Sign 't is best meeting in an Arbor And in what Bower and Hour it works a Thousand When in a Coach when in a private Lodging With all their Vertues Hon. Have you studied these How beastly they become your Youth how bawdily A Woman of your tenderness a Teacher Teacher of these lewd Arts of your full Beauty A
thank your self Sir I must obey you Exit Ar. Captain you know the way now A good Man and a valiant you were ever Inclin'd to honest things I thank you Captain Ex. Soul Souldiers I thank you all and love me still But do not love me so to lose Allegiance Love that above your lives once more I thank you Du. Bring him to rest and let our Cares wait on him Thou excellent old Man thou top of honour Where Justice and Obedience only build Thou stock of Vertue how am I bound to love thee In all thy noble ways to follow thee Bur. Rememember him that vext him Sir Du. Remember When I forget that Villany and to pay him For all his mischiefs may all good thoughts forget me Ar. I am very sore Du. Bring him to bed with ease Gentlemen For every strip I le drop a tear to wash 'em And in my sad Repentance Ar. 'T is too much I have a Life yet left to gain that Love Sir Exeunt ACT. V. Enter Duke Burris and Gentlemen Duk. HOW do's Lord Archas yet Bur. But weak an 't please you Yet all the helps that Art can are applied to him His Heart 's untouch'd and whole yet and no doubt Sir His Mind being sound his Body soon will follow Duk. O that base Knave that wrong'd him without leave too But I shall find an Hour to give him thanks for 't He 's fast I hope Bur. As fast as Irons can keep him But the most fearful wretch Du. He has a Conscience A cruel stinging one I warrant him A loaden one But what news of the Soldiers I did not like their parting 't was too sullen Bur. That they keep still and I fear a worse clap They are drawn out of the Town and stand in Counsels Hatching unquiet Thoughts and cruel Purposes I went my self unto 'em talk'd with the Captains Whom I found fraught with nothing but loud Murmurs And desperate Curses sounding these words often Like Trumpets to their Anger 's we are ruin'd Our Services turn'd to Disgraces Mischiefs Our brave old General like one had pilfer'd Tortur'd and whipt the Colonel's Eyes like Torches Blaze every where and fright fair Peace Gent. Yet worse Sir The News is currant now they mean to leave you Leave their Allegiance and under Olins charge The bloody Enemy march strait against you Bur. I have heard this too Sir Du. This must be prevented And suddenly and warily Bur. 'T is time Sir But what to minister or how Du. Go in with me And there we 'll think upon 't such Blows as these Equal Defences ask else they displease Exeunt Scene 2. Enter Petesca and Gentlewoman Pet. Lord what a Coile has here been with these Soldiers They are cruel Fellows Wo. And yet methought we found 'em Handsome enough I 'll tell thee true Petesca I look'd for other manner of Dealings from 'em And had prepar'd my self but where 's my Lady Pet. In her old Dumps within monstrous melancholy Sure she was mad of this Wench Wo. If she had been a Man She would have been a great deal madder I am glad she is shifted Pet. 'T was a wicked thing for me to betray her And yet I must confess she stood in our Lights Enter Alinda What young thing 's this Al. Good morrow beauteous Gentlewomen Pray you is the Princess stirring yet Wo. He has her Face Pet. Her very Tongue and Tone too her Youth upon him Al. I guess you to be the Princess's Women Pet. Yes we are Sir Al. Pray is there not a Gentlewoman waiting on her Grace You call Alinda Pet. The Devil sure in her shape Wo. I have heard her tell my Lady of a Brother An only Brother that she had in Travel Pet. ' Mass I remember that this may be he too I would this thing would serve her Enter Olimpia Wo. So would I Wench We should love him better sure Sir here 's the Princess She best can satisfie you Al. How I love that Presence O blessed Eyes how nobly shines your Comforts Ol. What Gentleman is that Wo. We know not Madam He ask'd us for your Grace and as we guess it He is Alinda's Brother Ol. Ha! let me mark him My Grief has almost blinded me her Brother By Venus he has all her Sweetness upon him Two silver drops of Dew were never liker Al. Gracious Lady Ol. That pleasant Pipe he has too Al. Being my Happiness to pass by this way And having as I understand by Letters A Sister in your vertuous Service Madam Ol. O now my Heart my Heart akes Al. All the Comfort My poor Youth has all that my Hopes have built me I thought it my first Duty my best Service Here to arrive first humbly to thank your Grace For my poor Sister humbly to thank your Nobleness That bounteous Goodness in you Ol. 'T is he certainly Al. That Spring of Favour to her with my Life Madam If any such most happy Means might meet me To shew my Thankfulness Ol. What have I done Fool Al. She came a Stranger to your Grace no Courtier Nor of that curious Breed befits your Service Yet one I dare assure my Soul that lov'd you Before she saw you doated on your Vertues Before she knew those fair Eyes long'd to read ' em You only had her Prayers you her Wishes And that one Hope to be yours once preserv'd her Ol. I have done wickedly Al. A little Beauty Such as a Cottage breeds she brought along with her And yet our Country-eyes esteem'd it much too But for her beauteous Mind forget great Lady I am her Brother and let me speak a Stranger Since she was able to beget a Thought 't was honest The daily Study how to fit your Services Truly to tread that vertuous Path you walk in So fir'd her honest Soul we thought her Sainted I presume she is still the same I would fain see her For Madam 't is no little Love I owe her Ol. Sir such a Maid there was I had Al. There was Madam Ol. O my poor Wench Eyes I will ever curse you For your Credulity Alinda Al. That 's her Name Madam Ol. Give me a little leave Sir to lament her Al. Is she dead Lady Ol. Dead Sir to my Service She is gone pray ask me no farther Al. I obey Madam Gone now must I lament too said you gone Madam Ol. Gone gone for ever Al. That 's a cruel Saying Her Honour too Ol. Prithee look angry on me And if thou ever lovedst her spit upon me Do something like a Brother like a Friend And do not only say thou lov'st her Al. You amaze me Ol. I ruin'd her I wrong'd her I abus'd her Poor innocent Soul I flung her sweet Alinda Thou vertuous Maid my Soul now calls thee vertuous Why do ye not rail now at me Al. For what Lady Ol. Call me base treacherous Woman Al. Heaven defend me Ol. Rashly I thought her false and put her from me Rashly and madly I
and his Drums in Cases Theod. This is the heaviest march we e're trod Captain Puts This was not wont to be these honour'd Pieces The fiery God of War himself would smile at Buckl'd upon that body were not wont thus Like Relicks to be offer'd to long rust And heavy-ey'd oblivion-brood upon 'em Arch. There set 'em down and glorious War farewel Thou Child of Honour and ambitious Thoughts Begot in Blood and nurs'd with Kingdoms ruines Thou golden danger courted by thy Followers Through Fires and Famines for one Title from thee Prodigal Man-kind spending all his Fortunes A long farewel I give thee Noble Arms You Ribs for mighty Minds you Iron-houses Made to defy the thunder-claps of Fortune Rust and consuming Time must now dwell with yee And thou good Sword that knewst the way to Conquest Upon whose fatal edge Despair and Death dwelt That when I shook thee thus fore-shew'd destruction Sleep now from Blood and grace my Monument Farewel my Eagle when thou flew'st whole Armies Have stoopt below thee At Passage I have seen thee Ruffle the Tartars as they fled thy fury And bang 'em up together as a Tassel Upon the stretch a flock of fearful Pigeons I yet remember when the Volga curl'd The aged Volga when he heav'd his head up And rais'd his Waters high to see the Ruins The ruins our Swords made the bloody ruins Then flew this Bird of Honour bravely Gentlemen But these must be forgotten so must these too And all that tend to Arms by me for ever Take 'em you holy Men my Vow take with 'em Never to wear 'em more Trophies I give 'em And sacred Rites of War to adorn the Temple There let 'em hang to tell the World their Master Is now Devotion 's Soldier fit for Prayer Why do ye hang your heads Why look you sad Friends I am not dying yet Theod. Ye are indeed to us Sir Puts Dead to our Fortunes General Arch. You 'l find a better A greater and a stronger Man to lead ye And to a stronger Fortune I am old Friends Time and the Wars together make me stoop Gentlemen Stoop to my Grave my Mind unfurnish'd too Empty and weak as I am my poor Body Able for nothing now but Contemplation And that will be a Task too to a Soldier Yet had they but encourag'd me or thought well Of what I have done I think I should have ventur'd For one knock more I should have made a shift yet To have broke one Staff more handsomly and have died Like a good Fellow and an honest Soldier In the head of ye all with my Sword in my hand And so have made an end of all with credit Theod. Well there will come an hour when all these Injuries These secure slights Ar. Ha! no more of that Sirrah Not one Word more of that I charge ye Theod. I must speak Sir And may that Tongue forget to sound your Service That 's Dumb to your Abuses Ar. Understand Fool That voluntary I sit down Theod. You are forc'd Sir Forc'd for your Safety I too well remember The time and cause and I may live to curse 'em You made this Vow and whose un-nobleness Indeed forgetfulness of Good Ar. No more As thou art mine no more Theo. Whose doubts and Envies But the Devil will have his due Puts Good gentle Colonel Theo. And though disgraces and contempt of Honour Reign now the Wheel must turn again Ar. Peace Sirrah Your Tongue 's too saucy do you stare upon me Down with that heart down suddenly down with it Down with that Disobedience tye that Tongue up Theo. Tongue Ar. Do not provoke me to forget my Vow Sirrah And draw that fatal Sword again in anger Puts For Heaven's sake Colonel Ar. Do not let me doubt Whose Son thou art because thou can'st not suffer Do not play with mine anger if thou dost By all the Loyalty my heart holds Theo. I have done Sir Pray pardon me Ar. I pray ye be worthy of it Beshrew your Heart you have vext me Theo. I am sorry Sir Ar. Go to no more of this be true and honest I know ye are Man enough mold it to just ends And let not my disgraces then I am miserable When I have nothing left me but thy angers Flourish Enter Duke Burris Boroskie Attend. and Gent. Puts And 't please ye Sir the Duke Duk. Now what 's all this The meaning of this Ceremonious Emblem Ar. Your Grace should first remember Boros There 's his Nature Duk. I do and shall remember still that Injury That at the Muster where it pleas'd your greatness To laugh at my poor Souldiership to scorn it And more to make me seem ridiculous Took from my Hands my charge Bur. O think not so Sir Du. And in my Father's sight Ar. Heaven be my Witness I did no more and that with modesty With Love and Faith to you then was my Warrant And from your Father Seal'd nor durst that Rudeness And impudence of scorn fall from my Haviour I ever yet knew Duty Duk. We shall teach ye I well remember too upon some Words I told ye Then at that time some angry Words ye answer'd If ever I were Duke you were no Soldier You have kept your Word and so it shall be to you From henceforth I dismiss ye take your ease Sir Ar. I humbly thank your Grace this wasted Body Beaten and bruis'd with Arms dry'd up with troubles Is good for nothing else but quiet now Sir And holy Prayers in which when I forget To thank high Heaven for all your bounteous favours May that be Deaf and my Petitions perish Boros What a smooth humble Cloak he has cas'd his pride in And how he has pull'd his Claws in There 's no trusting Bur. Speak for the best Bor. Believe I shall do ever Du. To make ye understand we feel not yet Such Death of Valour and Experience Such a declining Age of doing Spirits That all should be confin'd within your Excellence And you or none be honour'd take Boroskie The place he has Commanded lead the Soldier A little time will bring thee to his Honour Which has been nothing but the World's Opinion The Soldiers fondness and a little fortune Which I believe his Sword had the least share in Theo. O that I durst but answer now Puts Good Colonel Theo. My heart will break else Royal Sir I know not What you esteem Men's lives whose hourly Labours And loss of Blood Consumptions in your Service Whose Bodies are acquainted with more Miseries And all to keep you safe then Dogs or Slaves are His Sword the least share gain'd Du. You will not fight with me Theo. No Sir I dare not You are my Prince but I dare speak to ye And dare speak truth which none of their Ambitions That be Informers to you dare once think of Yet truth will now but anger ye I am sorry for 't And so I take my leave Du. Ev'n when you please Sir Ar.
whisper'd And whisper'd for a Truth Ar. A Dog drunken People That in their Pot see Visions And turn States Mad-men and Children Prithee do not follow me I tell thee I am angry Do not follow me The. I am as angry As you for your Heart I and wilful too go like a Woodcock And thrust your Neck i th' noose Ar. I le kill thee And thou speak'st but three words more Do not follow me Exit The. A strange old foolish Fellow I shall hear yet And if I do not my part hiss at me Exit SCENE V. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet 1. Ser. Believe me Fellow here will be lusty drinking Many a washt Pate in Wine I warrant thee 2. Serv. I am glad the old General 's come upon my conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk Hark the Trumpet They are coming on away 1 Ser. We 'll have a Rowse too Exit Enter Duke Archas Burris Borosky attend Gentlemen Duk. Come seat your selves Lord Archas sit you there Ar. 'T is far above my worth Duk. I le have it so Are all things ready Bor. All the Guards are set The Court Gates shut Duk. Then do as I prescrib'd you Be sure no further Bor. I shall well observe you Duk. Come bring some Wine here 's to my Sister Gentlemen A Health and much to all Ar. Pray fill it full Sir 'T is a high Health to Vertue here Lord Burris A Maiden Health you are more fit to pledge it You have a Maiden Soul and much I honour it Passion o' me you are sad Man Du. How now Burris Go to no more of this Ar. Take the Rowse freely 'T will warm your Blood and make you fit for jollity Your Graces Pardon when we get a Cup Sir We old Men prate a pace Du. Mirth makes a Banquet As you love me no more Bur. I thank your Grace Give me it Lord Borosky Boros I have ill Brains Sir Bur. Damnable ill I know it Boros But I le pledge Sir This vertuous Health Enter a Servant with Mourning Cloak Bu. The more unfit for thy Mouth Du. Come bring out Robes and let my guests look nobly Fit for my Love and Presence begin downward Off with your Cloaks take new Ar. Your Grace deals truly Like a munificent Prince with your poor Subjects Who would not fight for you what cold dull Coward Durst seek to save his Life when you would ask it Begin a new Health in your new Adornments The Dukes the Royal Dukes ah what have I got Sir ah the robe of Death Duk. You have deserv'd it Ar. The Livery of the Grave do you start all from me Do I smell of Earth already Sir look on me And like a Man is this your Entertainment Do you bid your worthiest Guests to bloody Banquets Enter a Guard A Guard upon me too this is too foul play Boy to thy good thine Honour thou wretched Ruler Thou Son of Fools and Flatterers Heirs of Hypocrites Am I serv'd in a Hearse that sav'd you all Are you Men or Devils do you gape upon me Wider and swallow all my Services Entomb them first my Faith next then my Integrity And let these stuggle with your mangy Minds Your sear'd and seal'd up Consciences till you burst Boros These words are Death Ar. No those Deeds that want rewards Sirrah Those Battles I have fought those horrid Dangers Leaner then Death and wilder then Destruction I have march'd upon these honour'd Wounds times Story The Blood I have lost the Youth the Sorrows suffer'd These are my death these that can n'er be recompenc'd These that you sit a brooding on like Toads Sucking from my Deserts the Sweets and Favours And render me no pay again but Poisons Bor. The proud vain Soldier thou hast set Ar. Thou lyest Now by my little time of Life lyest basely Malitiously and loudly how I scorn thee If I had sweld the Soldier or intended An Act in Person leaning to dishonour As you would fain have forced me witness Heaven Where clearest understanding of all Truth is For these are spightful Men and know no piety When Olin came grim Olin when his Marches His last Incursions made the City sweat And drove before him as a Storm drives Hail Such showers of frosted Fears shook all your Heart-strings Then when the Volga trembled at his Terror And hid his seven curl'd Heads afraid of brusing By his arm'd Horses Hoofs had I been false then Or blown a treacherous fire into the Soldier Had but one spark of Villany liv'd within me Ye 'ad had some shadow for this black about me Where was your souldiership why went not you out And all your right honourable Valour with you Why met you not the Tartar and defi'd him Drew your dead doing Sword and buckl'd with him Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stiff hearted Oaks and toss their Roots up Why did not you so charge him you were sick then You that dare taint my Credit slipt to Bed then Stewing and fainting with the Fears you had A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship Blush Coward knave and all the World hiss at thee Duk. Exceed not my command Exit Bor. I shall observe it Exit Ar. Are you gone too Come weep not honest Burris Good loving Lord no more Tears 't is not his Malice This Fellow's Malice nor the Duke's Displeasure By bold bad Men crowded into his Nature Can startle me Fortune ne'er raz'd this Fort yet I am the same the same Man living dying The same Mind to 'em both I poize thus equal Only the Jugling way that told me to it The Judas way to kiss me bid me welcome And cut my Throat a little Sticks upon me Farwel commend me to his Grace and tell him The World is full of Servants he may have many And some I wish him honest he 's undone else But such another doating Archas never So try'd and touch'd a Faith farewel for ever Bur. Be strong my Lord you must not go thus lightly Ar. Now what 's to do what says the Law unto me Give me my great Offence that speaks me guilty Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty Matters As Scorns and Insolencies both from your self and followers Which you put first fire to and these are deadly I come to one main Cause which though it carries A Strangeness in the Circumstance it carries Death too Not to be pardon'd neither you have done a Sacrilege Ar. High Heaven defend me Man how how Borosky Bor. You have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms The holy Ornament you hung up there No absolution of your Vow no order From Holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War and rested From Blood made clean by Ceremony from the Alta You snatch'd 'em up again again you wore 'em Again you stain'd 'em stain'd your Vow the Church too And rob'd it of that right was none