_Ge._ Yes Sir, but fight they will not, nor stir from that place They stand in now, unless they have Lord _Archas_ To lead 'em out; they rail upon this General, And sing Songs of him, scurvy Songs, to worse tunes: And much they spare not you, Sir: here they swear They'll stand and see the City burnt, and dance about it, Unless Lord _Archas_ come before they fight for't: It must be so, Sir. _Du._ I could wish it so too; And to that end I have sent Lord _Burris_ to him; But all I fear will fail; we must dye, Gentlemen, And one stroke we'll have for't. _Enter_ Burris. What bring'st thou, _Burris_? _Bur._ That I am loth to tell; he will not come, Sir; I found him at his Prayers, there he tells me, The Enemy shall take him, fit for Heaven: I urg'd to him all our dangers, his own worths, The Countries ruine; nay I kneel'd and pray'd him; He shook his head, let fall a tear, and pointed Thus with his finger to the Ground; a Grave I think he meant; and this was all he answer'd. Your Grace was much to blame: Where's the new General? _Du._ He is sick, poor man. _Bur._ He's a poor man indeed, Sir: Your Grace must needs go to the Souldier. _Du._ They have sent me word They will not stir, they rail at me, And all the spight they have-- [_Shout within._ What shout is that there? Is the Enemy come so near? _Enter_ Archas, Olympia, _and_ Alinda. _Olym._ I have brought him, Sir, At length I have woo'd him thus far. _Du._ Happy Sister, O blessed Woman! _Olym._ Use him nobly, Brother; You never had more need: And Gentlemen, All the best powers ye have, to tongues turn presently, To winning and perswading tongues: all my art, Only to bring him hither, I have utter'd; Let it be yours to arm him; And good my Lord, Though I exceed the limit you allow'd me, Which was the happiness to bring ye hither, And not to urge ye farther; yet, see your Country, Out of your own sweet Spirit now behold it: Turn round, and look upon the miseries, On every side the fears; O see the dangers; We find 'em soonest, therefore hear me first, Sir. _Du._ Next hear your Prince: You have said you lov'd him, _Archas_, And thought your life too little for his service; Think not your vow too great now, now the time is, And now you are brought to th' test, touch right now Souldier, Now shew the manly pureness of thy mettle; Now if thou beest that valued man, that vertue, That great obedience teaching all, now stand it. What I have said forget, my youth was hasty, And what you said your self forgive, you were angry. If men could live without their faults, they were gods, _Archas_. He weeps, and holds his hands up: to him, _Burris_.