+Sol.+ My lord, we guess he is some spy, he came Skulking from th' enemy's camp. Pray, guard Your person; mischief often lurks in shapes As holy. +Dec.+ I allow your care, and thank it: Leave him to me, and for awhile retire. [_Exeunt._ +Oss.+ Your lordship knows me not? +Dec.+ Ossuna, welcome! Bless'd be thy better angel who preserv'd thee! How happy to the fortune of this war Art thou restor'd! I should have fought unarm'd, Had I not had the fate t' embrace thee thus. How was my friend preserv'd? +Oss.+ By virtue of This sacred habit. In the midst of war Disguis'd I thus escap'd, though close pursued By some of the queen's faction. To this weed I owe my safety. +Dec.+ Quickly throw it off, And reinvest thy body in that steel, With which thou still hast triumph'd. O my lord, How oft have we, all bath'd in blood and sweat, Through clouds of dust, found out the way to force Back victory to our side, when Fortune seem'd To doat on th' enemy! We two have grown Like cedars up together, and made all Seem shrubs to us, no man sleeping secure But in our shadows. +Oss.+ Yes, we have been happy. +Dec.+ Thou speak'st so hollow, as there were a doubt We might not be so still. +Oss.+ But there's no faith In human fate. An emperor[286] did serve As footstool to the conqueror, and are we Better assur'd of destiny? +Dec.+ What strange Unworthy faintness weakens his great soul Who heretofore ne'er understood the language Danger speaks in? Hath one defeat lost you That mighty courage, which hath fix'd upon Your name a glorious memory? Reassume Yourself, my lord: let no degenerate fear Benight the lustre of your former acts. +Oss.+ I call yourself and Arragon to witness, My life hath yet been such, the reverend shades Of my great ancestors need not look pale, Or blush to know my story. To yourself, To whose brave youth I tied my youth a servant, I ever have perform'd all offices, Due to so brave a friendship. +Dec.+ 'Tis confess'd. +Oss.+ And here I vow, setting aside those fears Distract me as a Christian, I could smile, Smile like some wanton mistress upon death, Whatever shape it wears. +Dec.+ My lord, this war Is warranted by casuists for lawful; But they (you'll say) flatter the present state, And make divinity serve human ends. But in itself it's just: a war your judgment Gave approbation to, and urg'd me first To undertake. Therefore make good your own, And throw off this unuseful habit. +Oss.+ Never. +Dec.+ What said my friend? +Oss.+ By all things sacred, never. In this I will grow old, and with the weight Of years bend to the earth. In this I'll breathe A happier air than you in all your soft And varied silks.