_Sess._ We are Soldiers; We have seen Towns and Churches set on fire; The Kennels runing blood, Coy virgins ravish'd; The Altars ransack'd, and the holy reliques, Yea, and the Saints themselves, made lawful spoyls, Unto the Conquerors: but these good days are past, And we made Beggars, by this idle peace, For want of action. I am Sir no stranger To the Gover[n]ment of this state, I know the King Needs men, that only do what he commands, And search no farther: 'tis the profession Of all our Nation, to serve faithfully, Where th' are best payed: and if you entertain us, I do not know the thing you can command, Which we'll not put in act. _Ron._ A goodly Personage. _Mast._ And if you have an Enemy, or so That you would have dispatch'd. _Gun._ They are here, can fit you. _Boats._ Or if there be an Itch, though to a man. _Sess._ You shall tye Our consciences in your purse strings. _Ron._ Gentlemen, I like your freedome: I am now in hast, But wait for my return. I like the Rascals, They may be useful. _Sess._ We'll attend you Sir. _Ron._ Do, and be confident of entertainment; I hope you will deserve it. [_Exit Ron. and Guard._ _Sess._ O, no doubt Sir: Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard; Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Pandulfo, _and_ Juliana. _Pand._ My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse, Pursue, and overtake him. _Jul._ Gentle Sir. _Pand._ My name, and Family, end in my self Rather then live in him. _Jul._ Dear Sir forbear, A fathers curses, hit far off, and kill too, And like a murthering piece ayms not at one, But all that stand within the dangerous level. Some bullet may return upon your self too, Though against nature, if you still go on In this unnatural course. _Pand._ Thou art not made Of that same stuff as other women are: Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme, Yet still thou art a Dove. _Jul._ I know not malice, but like an innocent, suffer. _Pand._ More miraculous! I'll have a woman Chronicled, and for goodness, Which is the greatest wonder. Let me see, I have no Son to inherit after me; Him I disclaim. What then? I'll make thy vertues my sole heir; Thy story I'll have written, and in Gold too; In prose and verse, and by the ablest doers: A word or two of a kind step-father I'll have put in, good Kings and Queens shall buy it. And if the actions of ill great women, And of the modern times too, are remembred, That have undone their husbands and their families, What will our story do? It shall be so, And I will streight about it. [_Exit Pand._ _Enter Boy._