_Pet._ Brave soldier yield; thou stock of Arms and Honor, Thou filler of the World with Fame and Glory. _Jun._ Most worthy man, we'll wooe thee, be thy prisoners. _Swet._ Excellent _Britain_, do me but that Honor, That more to me than Conquests, that true happiness, To be my friend. _Car._ Oh _Romans_, see what here is: Had this Boy liv'd-- _Swet._ For Fames sake, for thy Swords sake, As thou desirest to build thy virtues greater: By all that's excellent in man, and honest-- _Car._ I do believe: Ye have had me a brave foe; Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness, Give this Boy honourable earth to lie in. _Swet._ He shall have fitting Funeral. _Car._ I yield then. Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies. _Petill._ Thus we conduct then to the arms of Peace The wonder of the World. _Swet._ Thus I embrace thee, [_Flourish._ And let it be no flattery that I tell thee, Thou art the only Soldier. _Car._ How to thank ye, I must hereafter find upon your usage. I am for _Rome_. _Swet._ Ye must. _Car._ Then _Rome_ shall know The man that makes her spring of glory grow. _Swet. Petillius_, you have shown much worth this day, redeem'd much error, Ye have my love again, preserve it, _Junius_, With you I make him equal in the Regiment. _Jun._ The elder and the nobler: I'll give place, Sir. _Swet._ Ye shew a friends soul. * * * * * March on, and through the Camp in every tongue, The Virtues of great _Caratach_ be sung. [_Exeunt._ The Knight of the Burning Pestle. _To the Readers of this COMEDY._ _Gentlemen_, the World is so nice in these our times, that for Apparel, there is no fashion, For Musick, which is a rare Art, (though now slighted) No Instrument; For Diet, none but the _French_ Kickshoes that are delicate; and for Plaies, no invention but that which now runneth an invective way, touching some particular persons, or else it is contemned before it is throughly understood. This is all that I have to say, That the Author had no intent to wrong any one in this _Comedy_, but as a merry passage, here and there interlaced it with delight, which he hopes will please all, and be hurtful to none. The PROLOGUE.