_Ar._ Thou lyest. Now by my little time of life lyest basely, Malitiously and loudly: how I scorn thee! If I had swel'd the Souldier, or intended An act in person, leaning to dishonour, As ye would fain have forced me, witness Heaven, Where clearest understanding of all truth is, (For these are spightful men, and know no piety) When _Olin_ came, grim _Olin_, when his marches, His last Incursions made the City sweat, And drove before him, as a storm drives Hail, Such showrs of frosted fears, shook all your heart-strings; Then when the _Volga_ trembled at his terrour, And hid his seven curl'd heads, afraid of bruising, By his arm'd Horses hoofs; had I been false then, Or blown a treacherous fire into the Souldier, Had but one spark of villany liv'd within me, Ye'ad had some shadow for this black about me. Where was your Souldiership? why went not you out? And all your right honourable valour with ye? Why met ye not the _Tartar_, and defi'd him? Drew your dead-doing sword, and buckl'd with him? Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor? And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stiffhearted Oaks, and toss their roots up: Why did not you so charge him? you were sick then, You that dare taint my credit slipt to bed then, Stewing and fainting with the fears ye had, A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship: Blush Coward, Knave, and all the world hiss at thee. _Du._ Exceed not my command. [_Exit._ _Bor._ I shall observe it. _Ar._ Are you gone too? Come weep not honest _Burris_, Good loving Lord, no more tears: 'tis not his malice, This fellows malice, nor the Dukes displeasure, By bold bad men crowded into his nature, Can startle me: fortune ne're raz'd this Fort yet: I am the same, the same man, living, dying; The same mind to 'em both, I poize thus equal; Only the jugling way that toll'd me to it, The _Judas_ way, to kiss me, bid me welcome, And cut my throat, a little sticks upon me. Farewel, commend me to his Grace, and tell him, The world is full of servants, he may have many: And some I wish him honest: he's undone else: But such another doating _Archas_ never, So try'd and touch'd a faith: farewell for ever. _Bur._ Be strong my Lord: you must not go thus lightly. _Ar._ Now, what's to do? what sayes the Law unto me? Give me my great offence that speaks me guil[t]y. _Bor._ Laying aside a thousand petty matters, As scorns, and insolencies both from your self and followers, Which you put first fire to, and these are deadly, I come to one main cause, which though it carries A strangeness in the circumstance, it carries death too, Not to be pardon'd neither: ye have done a sacriledge. _Ar._ High Heaven defend me man: how, how _Boroskie_?