_Bur._ Not any: If there had been, I am sure I should have found it: Only I have heard him oft complain for money: Money he says he wants. _1 Gent._ It may be that then. _Bur._ To him that has so ma[n]y wayes to raise it, And those so honest, it cannot be. _Enter Duke and_ Boroskie. _1 Gent._ He comes back, And Lord _Boroskie_ with him. _Bur._ There the game goes, I fear some new thing hatching. _Duke._ Come hither _Burris_. Go see my Sister, and commend me to her, And to my little Mistriss give this Token; Tell her I'le see her shortly. _Bur._ Yes, I shall, Sir. [_Ex._ Bur. _and Gent_. _Duke._ Wait you without: I would yet try him further. _Bor._ 'Twill not be much amiss: has your Grace heard yet Of what he has done i'th' Field? _Duke._ A Post but now Came in, who saw 'em joyn, and has delivered, The Enemy gave ground before he parted. _Bor._ 'Tis well. _Duke._ Come, speak thy mind man: 'tis not for fighting, A noise of War, I keep thee in my bosom; Thy ends are nearer to me; from my Childhood Thou brought'st me up: and like another nature, Made good all my necessities: speak boldly. _Bor._ Sir, what I utter, will be thought but envy Though I intend, high heaven knows, but your honour, When vain and empty people shall proclaim me-- Good Sir excuse me. _Duke._ Do you fear me for your Enemy? Speak on your duty. _Bor._ Then I must, and dare, Sir: When he comes home, take heed the Court receive him not, Take heed he meet not with their loves and praises, That Glass will shew him ten times greater, Sir, (And make him strive to make good that proportion,) Than ere his fortune bred him, he is honourable, At least I strive to understand him so, And of a nature, if not this way poyson'd, Perfect enough, easie, and sweet, but those are soon seduc'd, Sir; He's a great man, and what that Pill may work, Prepar'd by general voices of the people, Is the end of all my Counsel, only this, Sir, Let him retire a while, there's more hangs by it Than you know yet: there if he stand a while well, But till the Souldier cool, whom, for their service You must pay now most liberally, most freely, And showre your self into 'em; 'tis the bounty They follow with their loves, and not the bravery. _Enter two Gent._ _Duke._ But where's the Money? how now? _2 Gent._ Sir, the Colonel, Son to the Lord _Archas_, with most happy news Of the _Tartars_ overthrow, without here Attends your Graces pleasure. _Bor._ Be not seen, Sir, He's a bold fellow, let me stand his Thunders, To th' Court he must not come: no blessing here, Sir, No face of favour, if you love your honour. _Enter_ Theodore. _Duke._ Do what you think is meetest; I'le retire, Sir. [_Ex._ _Bor._ Conduct him in, Sir--welcome noble Colonel. _The._ That's much from your Lordship: pray where's the Duke?