_Del._ I am thine again; thus I confirm our league; I know thy wishes, and how much thou suffer'st In honour for thy friends; thou shalt repair all; For to thy Fleet I'll give a fore-right wind To pass the _Persian_ Gulf; remove all lets That may molest thy Souldiers in their March That pass by land, and destiny is false, If thou prove not victorious; Yet remember, When thou art rais'd up to the highest point Of humane happiness, such as move beyond it Must of necessity descend. Think on't, And use those Blessings that the gods pour on you With moderation. _Dio._ As their Oracle I hear you, and obey you, and will follow Your grave directions. _Del._ You will not repent it. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Niger, Geta, _Guard, Souldiers, Ensigns_. _Nig._ How do you like your entrance to the War? When the whole Body of the Army moves, Shews it not gloriously? _Get._ 'Tis a fine _May-game_; But eating and drinking I think are forbad in't, (I mean, with leisure) we walk on, and feed Like hungry Boys that haste to School; or as We carried Fish to the City, dare stay no where, For fear our ware should stink. _1 Guard._ That's the necessity Of our speedy March. _Get._ Sir, I do love my ease, And though I hate all Seats of Judicature, I mean in the City, for conveniency, I still will be a Justice in the War, And ride upon my foot-cloth. I hope a Captain (And a gown'd-Captain too) may be dispenc'd with. I tell you, and do not mock me, when I was poor, I could endure like others, cold and hunger; But since I grew rich, let but my finger ake, Or feel but the least pain in my great Toe, Unless I have a Doctor, mine own Doctor, That may assure me, I am gone. _Nig._ Come, fear not; You shall want nothing. _1 Guard._ We will make you fight, As you were mad. _Get._ Not too much of fighting, friend; It is thy trade, that art a common Souldier; We Officers, by our place, may share the spoil, And never sweat for't. _2 Guard._ You shall kill for practice But your dozen or two a day. _Get._ Thou talkst as if Thou wert lousing thy self; but yet I will make danger, If I prove one of the Worthies, so; However, I'll have the fear of the gods before my eyes, And do no hurt I warrant you. _Nig._ Come, march on, And humour him for our mirth. _1 Guard._ 'Tis a fine peak-Goose. _Nig._ But one that fools to the Emperour, and in that, A wise man, and a Souldier. _1 Guard._ True morality. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Cosroe, Cassana, _Persians; and_ Charinus, Maximinian, Aurelia, _bound, with Souldiers_.