_Ar._ Weep out your shames first, Ye make me fool for companie: fie Souldiers, My Souldiers too, and play these tricks? what's he there? Sure I have seen his face too; yes, most certain I have a son, but I hope he is not here now, 'Would much resemble this man, wondrous near him, Just of his height and making too, you seem a Leader. _The._ Good Sir, do not shame me more: I know your anger, And less than death I look not for. _Ar._ You shall be my charge Sir, it seems you want foes, When you would make your friends your Enemies. A running bloud ye have, but I shall cure ye. _Bur._ Good Sir-- _An._ No more good Lord: beat forward Souldiers: And you, march in the rear, you have lost your places. [_Exeunt._ SCENA VI. _Enter Duke_, Olympia, Honora, Viola. _Du._ You shall not be thus sullen still with me Sister, You do the most unnobly to be angry, For as I have a soul, I never touch'd her, I never yet knew one unchast thought in her: I must confess, I lov'd her: as who would not? I must confess I doated on her strangely, I offer'd all, yet so strong was her honour, So fortifi'd as fair, no hope could reach her, And whilst the world beheld this, and confirm'd it, Why would you be so jealous? _Oly._ Good Sir pardon me, I feel sufficiently my follies penance, And am asham'd, that shame a thousand sorrows Feed on continually, would I had never seen her, Or with a clearer judgement look'd upon her, She was too good for me, so heavenly good Sir, Nothing but Heaven can love that soul sufficiently, Where I shall see her once again. _Enter_ Burris. _Du._ No more tears, If she be within the Dukedom, we'l recover her: Welcom Lord _Burris_, fair news I hope. _Bur._ Most fair Sir, Without one drop of bloud these wars are ended, The Souldier cool'd again, indeed asham'd Sir, And all his anger ended. _Du._ Where's Lord _Archas_? _Bur._ Not far off Sir: with him his valiant son, Head of this fire, but now a prisoner, And if by your sweet mercy not prevented, I fear some fatal stroke. [_Drums._ _Enter_ Archas, Theodore, _Gentlemen_, _Souldiers_. _Du._ I hear the Drums beat, Welcom, my worthy friend. _Ar._ Stand where ye are Sir, Even as you love your country, move not forward, Nor plead for peace till I have done a justice, A justice on this villain; none of mine now, A justice on this Rebel. _Hon._ O my Brother. _Ar._ This fatal firebrand-- _Du._ Forget not old man, He is thy son, of thine own bloud. _Ar._ In these veins No treacherie e're harbour'd yet, no mutinie, I ne're gave life to lewd and headstrong Rebels. _Du._ 'Tis his first fault. _Ar._ Not of a thousand Sir, Or were it so, it is a fault so mightie, So strong against the nature of all mercy, His Mother were she living, would not weep for him, He dare not say he would live.