HEAR. A private oath given him at first entrance, Had sworn him pilgrim unto conventicles; Engag'd him to the hate of all, but what Pleaseth the stubborn, froward elect. SLICER. But we, Following another model, do allow Freedom and courage, cherish and maintain High noble thoughts---- HEAR. Set nature free, and are Chemists of manners---- SLICER. Do instruct of states---- HEAR. And wars. There's one, look on him---- SLICER. Do but view That searching head---- HEAR. The very soul of battle: True steel. SLICER. H' hath been an agent some few years (A score or so) for princes, and as yet Doth not write forty. HEAR. I confess I can Discover th' entrails of a state perhaps. Lay open a kingdom's paunches, show the bowels And inwards of a signiory or two; But for your deeds of valour, there is one, Although I speak it to his face, that can Write a geography by his own conquests: H' hath fought o'er Strabo,[126] Ptolemy,[127] and Stafford;[128] Travell'd as far in arms as Lithgow[129] naked; Borne weapons whither Coriat[130] durst not Carry a shirt or shoes. Jack Mandevile[131] Ne'er sail'd so far as he hath steer'd by land, Using his colours both for mast and sail. CRE. I'd thought h' had been lieutenant. HEAR. That's all one. SLICER. I've worn some leather out abroad, let out A heathen soul or two, fed this good sword With, the black blood of pagan Christians, Converted a few infidels with it; But let that pass. That man of peace there hath Been trusted with kings' breasts-- HEAR. His name is heard Like thunder, and that mere word Slicer hath Sufficed unto victory. SLICER. He's close, Reserv'd, lock'd up. The secrets of the King Of Tartary, of China, and some other Counsels of moment, have been so long kept In's body without vent, that every morning, Before he covers them with some warm thing Or other, you may smell 'em very strongly; Distinguish each of them by several scents-- HEAR. A grove of pikes are rushes to him: hail More frights you than a shower of bullets him-- SLICER. The Dutch come up like broken beer;[132] the Irish Savour of usquebaugh; the Spanish they Smell like unto perfume at first, but then After a while end in a fatal steam-- HEAR. One drum's his table, the other is his music: His sword's his knife; his colours are his napkins; Carves nourishing horse, as he is us'd to do The hostile paynim,[133] or we venison; eats Gunpowder with his meat instead of pepper, Then drinks o'er all his bandoleers, and fights--