_Bor._ Ye have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms, The holy Ornament you hung up there, No absolution of your vow, no order From holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War, and rested From bloud, made clean by ceremony: from the Altar You snatch'd 'em up again, again ye wore 'em, Again you stain'd 'em, stain'd your vow, the Church too, And rob'd it of that right was none of yours, Sir, For which the Law requires your head, ye know it. _Ar._ Those arms I fought in last? _Bor._ The same. _Ar._ God a mercy, Thou hast hunted out a notable cause to kill me: A subtle one: I dye, for saving all you; Good Sir, remember if you can, the necessity, The suddenness of time, the state all stood in; I was entreated to, kneel'd to, and pray'd to, The Duke himself, the Princes, all the Nobles, The cries of Infants, Bed-rid Fathers, Virgins; Prethee find out a better cause, a handsomer, This will undo thee too: people will spit at thee, The Devil himself would be asham'd of this cause; Because my haste made me forget the ceremony, The present danger every where, must my life satisfie? _Bor._ It must, and shall. _Ar._ O base ungrateful people, Have ye no other Swords to cut my throat with But mine own nobleness? I confess, I took 'em, The vow not yet absolv'd I hung 'em up with: Wore 'em, fought in 'em, gilded 'em again In the fierce _Tartars_ blouds; for you I took 'em, For your peculiar safety, Lord, for all, I wore 'em for my Countries health, that groan'd then: Took from the Temple, to preserve the Temple; That holy place, and all the sacred monuments, The reverent shrines of Saints, ador'd and honour'd, Had been consum'd to ashes, their own sacrifice; Had I been slack, or staid that absolution, No Priest had liv'd to give it; my own honour, Cure of my Country murder me? _Bor._ No, no Sir, I shall force that from ye, will make this cause light too, Away with him: I shall pluck down that heart, Sir. _Ar._ Break it thou mayest; but if it bend, for pity, Doggs, and Kites eat it: come I am honours Martyr. [_Ex._ SCENE VI. _Enter Duke, and_ Burris. _Du._ Exceed my Warrant? _Bur._ You know he loves him not. _Du._ He dares as well eat death, as do it, eat wild-fire, Through a few fears I mean to try his goodness, That I may find him fit, to wear here, _Burris_; I know Boroskie hates him, to death hates him, I know he's a Serpent too, a swoln one, [_Noise within._ But I have pull'd his sting out: what noise is that? _The. within._ Down with 'em, down with 'em, down with the gates. _Sold. within._ Stand, stand, stand. _Puts. within._ Fire the Palace before ye. _Bur._ Upon my life the Souldier, Sir, the Souldier, A miserable time is come. _Enter Gentleman._ _Gent._ Oh save him, Upon my knees, my hearts knees, save Lord _Archas_, We are undone else.