_Bur._ As fast as they can bustle, Every man mad to goe now: inspir'd strangely, As if they were to force the Enemy, I beseech your Grace to give me leave. _Du._ Pray go Sir, And look to the old man well; take up all fairly, And let no bloud be spilt; take general pardons, And quench this fury with fair peace. _Bur._ I shall Sir, Or seal it with my service; they are villains: The Court is up: good Sir, go strengthen 'em, Your Royal sight will make 'em scorn all dangers; The General needs no proof. _Duke._ Come let's go view 'em. [_Exeunt._ SCENA IV. _Enter_ Theodore, Putskie, _Ancient_, _Souldiers_, _Drums_, _and Colours_. _The._ 'Tis known we are up, and marching: no submission, No promise of base peace can cure our maladies, We have suffer'd beyond all repair of honour: Your valiant old man's whipt; whipt Gentlemen, Whipt like a slave: that flesh that never trembled, Nor shrunk one sinew at a thousand charges, That noble body rib'd in arms, the Enemy So often shook at, and then shun'd like thunder, That body's torn with lashes. _Anc._ Let's turn head. _Put._ Turn nothing Gentlemen, let's march on fairly, Unless they charge us. _The._ Think still of his abuses, And keep your angers. _Anc._ He was whipt like a top, I never saw a whore so lac'd: Court school-butter? Is this their diet? I'le dress 'em one running banquet: What Oracle can alter us? did not we see him? See him we lov'd? _The._ And though we did obey him, Forc'd by his reverence for that time; is't fit Gentlemen? My noble friends, is't fit we men, and Souldiers, Live to endure this, and look on too? _Put._ Forward: They may call back the Sun as soon, stay time, Prescribe a Law to death, as we endure this. _The._ They will make ye all fair promises. _Anc._ We care not. _The._ Use all their arts upon ye. _Anc._ Hang all their arts. _Put._ And happily they'l bring him with 'em. _Anc._ March apace then, He is old and cannot overtake us. _Put._ Say he doe. _Anc._ We'l run away with him: they shall never see him more: The truth is, we'l hear nothing, stop at nothing, Consider nothing but our way; believe nothing, Not though they say their prayers: be content with nothing, But the knocking out their brains: and last, do nothing But ban 'em and curse 'em, till we come to kill 'em. _The._ Remove then forwards bravely; keep your minds whole, And the next time we face 'em, shall be fatal. [_Exeunt._ SCENA V. _Enter_ Archas, _Duke,_ Burris, _Gent_, _and Sould_. _Ar._ Peace to your Grace; take rest Sir, they are before us. _Gent._ They are Sir, and upon the march. [_Exit_ Duke. _Ar._ Lord _Burris_, Take you those horse and coast 'em: upon the first advantage, If they will not slake their march, charge 'em up roundly, By that time I'le come in.