_Max._ Methinks I am somewhat wilder than I was, And yet I thank the gods I know my duty. _Enter_ Claudia. _Claud._ Nay, you may spare your tears; she's dead. She is so. _Max._ Why, so it should be: how? _Claud._ When first she enter'd Into her house, after a world of weeping, And blushing like the Sun-set, as we see her; Dare I, said she, defile this house with Whore, In which his noble Family has flourish'd? At which she fell, and stir'd no more; we rub'd her. [_Exit_ Clau. _Max._ No more of that; be gone; now my _Æcius_, If thou wilt do me pleasure, weep a little, I am so parch'd I cannot: Your example Has brought the rain down now: now lead me friend, And as we walk together, let's pray together truly, I may not fall from faith. _Æcius._ That's nobly spoken. _Max._ Was I not wild, _Æcius_? _Æcius._ Somewhat troubled. _Max._ I felt no sorrow then; Now I'll go with ye, But do not name the Woman; fye, what fool Am I to weep thus? Gods, _Lucina_, take thee, For thou wert even the best and worthiest Lady. _Æcius._ Good Sir, no more, I shall be melted with it. _Max._ I have done, and good Sir comfort me; Would there were wars now. _Æcius._ Settle your thoughts, come. _Max._ So I have now, friend, Of my deep lamentations here's an end. [_Exeunt._ [SCENE II.] _Enter_ Pontius, Phidias, _and_ Aretus. _Phid._ By my faith, Captain _Pontius_, besides pity Of your faln fortunes, what to say I know not, For 'tis too true the Emperour desires not, But my best master, any souldier near him. _Aret._ And when he understands, he cast your fortunes For disobedience, how can we incline him, (That are but under persons to his favours) To any fair opinion? Can ye sing? _Pont._ Not to please him, _Aretus_, for my Songs Go not to th' Lute, or Viol, but to th' Trumpet, My tune kept on a Target, and my subject The well struck wounds of men, not love, or women. _Phid._ And those he understands not. _Pont._ He should, _Phidias_. _Aret._ Could you not leave this killing way a little? You must, if here you would plant your self, and rather Learn as we do, to like what those affect That are above us; wear their actions, And think they keep us warm too; what they say, Though oftentimes they speak a little foolishly, Not stay to construe, but prepare to execute, And think however the end falls, the business Cannot run empty handed. _Phid._ Can ye flatter, And if it were put to you, lye a little? _Pont._ Yes, if it be a living. _Aret._ That's well said then. _Pont._ But must these lies and flatteries be believ'd then? _Phid._ Oh yes, by any means. _Pon._ By any means then I cannot lie nor flatter.