PLAN. You're mad for fighting, gentlemen, And we shall have enough of it. The Argives, fifty thousand strong, Have like a whirlwind borne down all before 'em; And I, with thirteen thousand, that remain Undisbanded of the last expedition, Have command to fight that multitude Of old tough soldiers: while ours, In a month or two, won't have pick'd up that valour That in this idle time hath slipp'd from them. They have forgot what noise a musket makes; And start if they but hear a drum. Are these fellows either enow, or fit, On whom a kingdom's safety should be built? Indeed, were they to encounter some mistress, Or storm a brothel-house, perhaps they'd venture; But for my part I yield; nor would I oppose my father: If he sees good we perish, I am already Sacrific'd; yet our enemies shall dearly purchase Their victory. Pray look to your charge, Nicetes, And you, Aramnes, with all care and speed; and when You come into the field, then let me see This countenance, that frowning smile, and I Shall like it: I love a man runs laughing Upon death. But we lose time in talk. [_Exeunt_ NICETES _and_ ARAMNES. SCENE II. _Enter_ INOPHILUS. INO. Your servant, captains. Sir, pray a word with you. PLAN. Prythee, be short, Inophilus; thou know'st My business. INO. Sir, I am mad to see your tameness: A man bound up by magic is not so still as you; Nothing was ever precipitated thus, And yet refus'd to see its ruin. PLAN. Thou art tedious, I shall not tarry. INO. You are made general. PLAN. I know it. INO. Against the Argives. PLAN. So. INO. With thirteen thousand men, no more, sir. PLAN. I am glad on't, the honour is the greater. INO. The danger is the greater; you will be kill'd, sir, And lose your army. PLAN. Is this all? I care not. INO. But so do I, and so do all your friends. I smell a rat, sir; there's juggling in this business; I am as confident of it as I am alive. The king might within this twenty-four hours Have made a peace on fair conditions. PLAN. But dishonourable. INO. And would not-- On a sudden useth the ambassadors scurvily, And provokes the Argives, yet himself In no posture of defence. PLAN. But----