_Rol._ It does, and must do till I find ease. _Lato._ Consider then, and quickly; And like a wise man, take the current with you, Which once turn'd head, will sink you; blest occasion Offers her self in thousand safeties to you; Time standing still to point you out your purpose, And resolution (the true child of Vertue) Readie to execute: what dull cold weakness Has crept into your bosom, whose meer thoughts Like tempests, plowing up the sayling Forests, Even with their swing were wont to shake down hazards. What is't, your Mothers tears? _Rol._ Pray thee be patient. _Lat._ Her hands held up? her prayers, or her curses? Oh power of paper dropt through by a woman! Take heed the Souldiers see it not; 'tis miserable, In _Rollo_ below miserable; take heed your friends, The sinews of your cause, the strength you stir by, Take heed, I say, they find it not: take heed Your own repentance (like a passing-bell) Too late, and too loud, tell the world y'are perisht: What noble spirit, eager of advancement, Whose imployment is his plough; what sword whose sharpness Waits but the arm to wield it; or what hope, After the world has blown abroad this weakness, Will move again, or make a wish for _Rollo_? _Rol._ Are we not friends again by each oath ratified, Our tongues the Heralds to our hearts? _Lat._ Poor hearts then. _Rol._ Our worthier friends. _Lat._ No friends Sir, to your honour; Friends to your fall: where is your understanding, The noble vessel that your full soul sail'd in, Rib'd round with honours; where is that? 'tis ruin'd, The tempest of a womans sighs has sunk it. Friendship, take heed Sir, is a smiling harlot That when she kisses, kills, a soder'd friendship Piec'd out with promises; O painted ruine! _Rol._ _Latorch_, he is my Brother. _Lat._ The more doubted; For hatred hatcht at home is a tame Tiger, May fawn and sport, but never leaves his nature; The jars of Brothers, two such mighty ones, Is like a small stone thrown into a river, The breach scarce heard, but view the beaten current, And you shall see a thousand angry rings Rise in his face, still swelling and still growing; So jars circling distrusts, distrusts breed dangers, And dangers death, the greatest extreme shadow, Till nothing bound 'em but the shoar their graves; There is no manly wisedom, nor no safety In leaning to this league, this piec'd patcht friendship; This rear'd up reconcilement on a billow, Which as it tumbles, totters down your fortune; Is't not your own you reach at? Law and nature Ushering the way before you; is not he Born and bequeath'd your subject? _Rol._ Ha.