+Don A.+ That is no place for men of morality: I have been taught, Octavio, to deserve, But not to seek, reward, that does profane The dignity of virtue. If princes, For their own interests, will not advance Deserving subjects, they must raise themselves By a brave contempt of fortune. +Don O.+ Rig'rous virtue! which makes us to deserve, Yet suffer the neglect of those we serve. +Don A.+ Virtue to interest has no regard: Nor is it virtue, if w' expect reward. +Don A.+ If for their service kings our virtues press, Is no pay due to valour and success? +Don O.+ When we gave up our persons to their will, We gave with those our valour, fortune, skill. +Don O.+ But this condition tacitly was meant, Kings should adjust reward and punishment. +Don A.+ Kings are the only judges of deserts, And our tribunal's seated in their hearts. +Don O.+ But if they judge and act amiss, what then? +Don A.+ They must account to th' powers above, not men.[55] +Don O.+ Then we must suffer? +Don A.+ Yes; if we reject Their power as too great, we must erect A greater to control them; and thus we, Instead of shrinking, swell the tyranny. +Don O.+ W' obey for fear, then? +Don A.+ True: 'tis only above, Where pow'r is justice, and obedience love. +Don O.+ I'm glad to find in you the seeds yet left Of steady virtue; may they bring forth fruit, Fit to illustrate and instruct the age. Let me once more embrace you: welcome, brave man, [_Embraces +Don Antonio+._ Both the delight and honour of your friends. +Don A.+ You will give me leave, sir, to distinguish Betwixt your judgment and civility. +Don O.+ He has not liv'd i' th' reach of public fame, Who is a stranger to your character. This is my house; be pleas'd, sir, to go in, And make it yours, though truly at present I am but in an ill condition To receive the honour of such a guest, Having, by an unlucky accident, Been forc'd of late to keep myself conceal'd. +Don A.+ I humbly thank you, sir, but cannot yet Receive your favour; for I must stay here, Expecting the return of one I sent Before me to my brother-in-law's. +Don O.+ Have you a brother-in-law in Seville? You surprise me much. +Don A.+ It is most true, Octavio, I come hither A married man, as much as friends can make me. +Don O.+ Since it imports you not to miss your servant, Let us stay here without until he comes, And then go in and rest yourself awhile. But how go our affairs in Flanders? +Don A.+ I left our armies in a better state Than formerly. +Don O.+ And your governor, the Duke of Alva, I suppose, in great[er] reputation?