"Dame Nature's trunchmen, heavens interprets true;" and Park, in his reprint of the book, not knowing the meaning of _trouchman_, supposed _trunchman_ to be misprinted for _trenchman_.] [277] This question, by an error of the press, Dodsley and Reed both allowed to be given to Florentio.--_Collier._ [278] [Spite, hatred.] [279] In the old folio, 1640, this song, and another song in act iv., are, as was not unusual at the time, appended at the conclusion of the play. They are here inserted in their right places.--_Collier._ [280] [Old copy, _your own humbled_.] ACT III., SCENE I. _Enter +Velasco+ and +Oniate+._ +Oni.+ My lord, it shows a happy discipline, Where the obedient soldier yields respect To such severe commands, now when victory Gives licence to disorder. +Vel.+ Sir, our general, The Lord Florentio, is a glorious master In th' art of war: and though time makes him not Wise at th' expense of weakness or diseases, yet I have beheld him by the easy motion But of his eye repress sedition, When it contemned the frown of majesty; For never he who by his prince's smile Stood great at court attained such love and awe With that fierce viper, the repining people. +Oni.+ Our kingdom owes its safety to that power. For how dejected look'd our magistrates When conquest gave admittance to the soldier! But how their fears forsook them when they saw Your entry with such silence! +Vel.+ Sir, Castile Aim'd not at spoil or ruin in this war, But to redress that insolence your queen Did suffer under in Decastro's pride. +Oni.+ And yet auxiliaries oft turn their swords To ruin whom they come to rescue. +Vel.+ The barbarous keep no faith in vows: but we-- We of Castile, though flattering advantage Persuade to perjury, have still observ'd Friendship inviolate, no nation suffering, To which we give our oath. +Oni.+ You speak, my lord, Your glories nobly. And it is our joy, Your general's wound but frighted us. +Vel.+ The surgeons Affirm there is no danger, and have licensed His visit to the queen. +Oni.+ 'Tis thought, howe'er, His love had not obey'd such a restraint, Though death had threaten'd him. But in his health Consists the common safety, since those forces Decastro in the morning did expect, Ere you the town assaulted, are discover'd, To which he fled, expell'd the city. +Vel.+ Sir, We shall contemn, and with ease break that army, Whose general we have vanquished, having won The city and your queen into our power. _Enter +Sanmartino+._ +San.+ Save you, my lord. Sir, your most obedient: And how likes your good lordship the great acts Of the strange cavalier? Was not his conduct Most happy for you in the late assault?