AND. If from thence, I may be bold to ask How Plangus, the noblest prince alive, doth? ART. Madam, as well as soldiers can That are sick for honour; I suppose by this time H' hath left the court, and is gone in quest for glory, Which h' intends to ravish from young Argo's brow, The valiant leader of the Argives' army. AND. I'm confident then, sir, Your business is not to me; if anybody else Hath sent you, sir, be pleas'd to spare the message, And tell them, I neither have learned the tricks O' th' court, nor yet intend it; I want no new gowns, And have heard men forswear themselves In better language and to better purpose Than gaining of a lady's honour. ART. Madam, my business is from the king, Who doth entreat you would be pleas'd to bless The court this afternoon with your fair presence, And bring an answer; I must not stay for one. [_Exit_ ARTESIO. AND. Now we do see an end of all our mischiefs; The prince hath gone from court, and the king Hath sent for us. Doth not the name Strike terror to thy curdling blood? LIB. No, by my troth, not at all. As far as I see, you're better than you were. I'll lay my life the old man would turn gamester. Take my counsel, play deep, or not at all: Not an ace under a kingdom. Your grace, I hope, will remember your poor friends. AND. If I do find any such thing, Let me alone to melt his ice. Go, get me mourning with all haste. [_Exit_ LIBACER. Let froward Fortune do her worst; I shall Create my greatness, or attempting fall: And when I fall, I will deserve my ruin. [_Exit._ ACT II., SCENE 1. _Enter_ PLANGUS, NICETES, ARAMNES. NIC. What, sir, and are you melancholy, when fate Hath shower'd a happiness so unexpected on us? This ugly, sneaking peace is the soldier's rock He splits his fortunes on. Bawdry's a virtue to't. Pox o' these beaver hats, they make one's headache Worse than a cap of steel: and bear not off a knock The tenth part so well.