_Euph._ I should much more, Not to remember my due duty to your Grace; I know not wherein I have so transgress'd My service to your Highness, to deserve This rigour and contempt, not from you only But from your followers, with the best of whom I was an equal in my lowest ebbe: Beseech you Sir, respect me as a Gentleman, I will be never more in heart to you: Five fair Descents I can derive my self, From Fathers worthy both in Arts and Armes. I know your goodness companies your greatness But that you are perverted: Royal Sir, I am your humblest subject, use your pleasure, But do not give protection to the wrongs Of these subordinate Slaves, whom I could crush By that great destined favor, which my Mistris And your majestick Mother deignes to me, But in respect of you: I know lean envy Waites ever on the steps of virtue advanc'd: But why your Mothers grace gets me disgrace, Or renders me a slave to bear these wrongs I do not know. Oh Mediocrity, Thou prizeless jewel, only mean men have But cannot value; like the precious Jem, Found in the Mukhill by the ignorant Cock. _The._ Your creamy words, but cozen: how durst you Intercept me so lately to my Mother? And what I meant your Brother, you obtain'd Unto the forfeitoe again. _Cra._ Your answer to that my Lord, my Brother. _Euph._ May I perish If ere I heard you intended such a suit, Though 'twould have stuck an ignominious brand Upon your Highness, to have given your servant A Gentlemans whole state of worth and quality, Confiscate only for a youthful brawle. _The._ Your rudiments are too sawcy: teach your Page. _Con._ I, so are all things but your flatterers. _Onos._ Hold you your prating. _Con._ You know where you are, you fleeten face. _Euph._ Yet Sir, to appease and satisfie your anger. Take what you please from me, and give it him In lieu of this: you shall not take it neither, I freely will impart it, half my state, Which Brother if you please-- _Cra._ Ile starve in Chains first, Eat my own armes. _Euph._ Oh that you saw your self: You ne'r made me such offer in my poorness, And 'cause (to do you ease) I sought not to you. You thus maligne me; yet your nature must not Corrupt mine, nor your rude examples lead me: If mine can mend you, I shall joy; you know I fear you not: you have seen me proved a man In every way of fortune, 'tis my comfort I know no more such Brothers in the World As _Crates_ is. _Con._ Nor I such as _Euphanes_: The temper of an Angel reigns in thee. _Euph._ Your Royal Mother Sir, (I had forgot) Entreats your presence. _The._ You have done her errand, I may do yours. [_Exit._ _Euph._ Let it be truth my Lord. _Con. Crates_, Ile question you for this.