_Ar._ Heaven be my witness, I did no more, (and that with modesty, With Love and Faith to you) than was my warrant, And from your Father seal'd: nor durst that rudeness, And impudence of scorn fall from my 'haviour, I ever yet knew duty. _Du._ We shall teach ye, I well remember too, upon some words I told ye, Then at that time, some angry words ye answer'd, If ever I were Duke, you were no Souldier. You have kept your word, and so it shall be to you, From henceforth I dismiss you; take your ease, Sir. _Ar._ I humbly thank your Grace; this wasted Body, Beaten and bruis'd with Arms, dry'd up with troubles, Is good for nothing else but quiet, now Sir, And holy Prayers; in which, when I forget To thank Heaven for all your bounteous favours, May that be deaf, and my Petitions perish. _Boros._ What a smooth humble Cloak he has cas'd his pride in! And how he has pull'd his Claws in! there's no trusting-- _Bur._ Speak for the best. _Bor._ Believe I shall do ever. _Du._ To make ye understand, we feel not yet Such dearth of Valour, and Experience, Such a declining Age of doing Spirits, That all should be confin'd within your excellence, And you, or none be honour'd, take _Boroskie_, The place he has commanded, lead the Souldier; A little time will bring thee to his honour, Which has been nothing but the Worlds opinion, The Souldiers fondness, and a little fortune, Which I believe his Sword had the least share in. _Theod._ O that I durst but answer now. _Puts._ Good Colonel. _Theod._ My heart will break else: Royal Sir, I know not What you esteem mens lives, whose hourly labours, And loss of Blood, consumptions in your service, Whose Bodies are acquainted with more miseries, And all to keep you safe, than Dogs or Slaves are. His Sword the least share gain'd? _Du._ You will not fight with me? _Theod._ No Sir, I dare not, You are my Prince, but I dare speak to ye, And dare speak truth, which none of their ambitions That be informers to you, dare once think of; Yet truth will now but anger ye; I am sorry for't, And so I take my leave. [_Exit._ _Du._ Ev'n when you please, Sir. _Ar._ Sirrah, see me no more. _Du._ And so may you too: You have a house i'th' Country, keep you there, Sir, And when you have rul'd your self, teach your Son manners, For this time I forgive him. _Ar._ Heaven forgive all; And to your Grace a happy and long Rule here. And you Lord General, may your fights be prosperous. In all your Course may Fame and Fortune court you. Fight for your Country, and your Princes safety; Boldly, and bravely face your Enemy, And when you strike, strike with that killing Vertue, As if a general Plague had seiz'd before ye; Danger, and doubt, and labour cast behind ye; And then come home an old and noble Story. _Bur._ A little comfort, Sir.