_Bor._ We hear you have beat the _Tartar_. _The._ Is he busie, Sir? _Bor._ Have ye taken _Olin_ yet? _The._ I would fain speak with him. _Bor._ How many men have ye lost? _The._ Do's he lye this way? _Bor._ I am sure you fought it bravely. _The._ I must see him. _Bor._ You cannot yet, ye must not, what's your Commission? _The._ No Gentleman o'th' Chamber here? _Bor._ Why, pray ye, Sir? Am not I fit to entertain your business? _The._ I think you are not, Sir; I am sure ye shall not. I bring no tales, nor flatteries: in my tongue, Sir, I carry no fork'd stings. _Bor._ You keep your bluntness. _The._ You are deceiv'd: it keeps me: I had felt else Some of your plagues ere this: but good Sir trifle not, I have business to the Duke. _Bor._ He's not well, Sir, And cannot now be spoke withal. _The._ Not well, Sir? How would he ha' been, if we had lost? not well, Sir? I bring him news to make him well: his enemy That would have burnt his City here, and your House too, Your brave gilt house, my Lord, your honours hangings, Where all your Ancestors, and all their Battels, Their silk and golden Battels are decipher'd: That would not only have abus'd your buildings, Your goodly buildings, Sir, and have drunk dry your butteries, Purloin'd your Lordships Plate, the Duke bestow'd on you, For turning handsomly o'th' toe, and trim'd your Virgins, Trim'd 'em of a new cut, and't like your Lordship, 'Tis ten to one, your Wife too, and the curse is You had had no remedy against these Rascals, No Law, and't like your Honour; would have kill'd you too And roasted ye, and eaten ye, ere this time: Notable Knaves my Lord, unruly Rascals: These youths have we ty'd up, put muzzels on 'em, And par'd their Nails, that honest civil Gentlemen, And such most noble persons as your self is, May live in peace, and rule the land with a twine thread. These news I bring. _Bor._ And were they thus deliver'd ye? _The._ My Lord, I am no pen-man, nor no Orator, My tongue was never Oyl'd with Here and't like ye, There I beseech ye, weigh, I am a Souldier, And truth I covet only, no fine terms, Sir; I come not to stand treating here; my business Is with the Duke, and of such general blessing-- _Bor._ You have overthrown the enemy, we know it, And we rejoyce in't; ye have done like honest Subjects, You have done handsomely and well. _Theo._ But well, Sir? But handsomely and well? what are we juglers? I'le do all that in cutting up a Capon. But handsomely and well? does your Lordship take us For the Dukes Tumblers? we have done bravely, Sir, Ventur'd our lives like men. _Bor._ Then bravely be it. _Theo._ And for as brave rewards we look, and graces, We have sweat and bled for't, Sir. _Bor._ And ye may have it, If you will stay the giving. Men that thank themselves first For any good they do, take off the lustre, And blot the benefit.