_Bald._ The fires of Love, which the dead Duke believ'd His equal care of both would have united, Ambition hath divided: and there are Too many on both parts, that know they cannot Or rise to wealth or honour, their main ends, Unless the tempest of the Princes fury Make troubled Seas, and those Seas yield fit Billows In their bad Arts to give way to a calm, Which yielding rest and good, prove their ruin, And in the shipwrack of their hopes and fortunes, The Dukedom might be sav'd, had it but ten That stood affected to the general good, With that confirm'd zeal which brave _Aubrey_ does. _Gis._ He is indeed the perfect character Of a good man, and so his actions speak him. _Bald._ But did you observe the many doubts, and cautions The Brothers stood upon before they met? _Gis._ I did; and yet, that ever Brothers should Stand on more nice terms, than sworn Enemies After a War proclaim'd, would with a stranger Wrong the reporters credit; they saluted At distance; and so strong was the suspicion Each had of other, that before they durst Embrace, they were by sev'ral servants searcht, As doubting conceal'd weapons, Antidotes Ta'ne openly by both, fearing the room Appointed for the enter-view was poyson'd, The Chairs, and Cushions, with like care survay'd; And in a word in every circumstance So jealous on both parts, that it is more Than to be fear'd, concord can never joyn, Minds so divided. _Bald._ Yet our best endeavours, Should not be wanting, Gisbert. _Gis._ Neither shall they. _Enter_ Grandpree, _a[n]d_ Verdon. But what are these? _Bald._ They are without my knowledge; But by their manners, and behaviours, They should express themselves. _Grand._ Since we serve _Rollo_ The Elder Brother, we'll be _Rollians_, Who will maintain us, lads, as brave as _Romans_; You stand for him? _Ver._ I do. _Grand._ Why, then observe How much the business, your so long'd for business, By men that are nam'd from their swords, concerns you. Lechery, our common friend, so long kept under, With whips, and beating fatal hemps, shall rise, And Bawdery, in a French-hood plead, before her Virginity shall be Carted. _Ver._ Excellent! _Grand._ And Hell but grant, the quarrel that's between The Princes may continue, and the business That's of the sword, t'outlast three suits in Law, And we will make Atturnies Lansprisadoes, And our brave gown-men practisers of back-sword; The pewter of all Serjeants maces shall Be melted, and turn'd into common Flaggons, In which it shall be lawful to carouse To their most lowsie fortunes. _Bald._ Here's a Statesman.