_Cla._ A plain tune, Sir: But 'tis a hearty one; when I perceive By evident proofs, your aims are truly noble, And that you bring the Engines of fair Love, Not of foul Lust, to shake and undermine My Maiden-fortress: I may then make good What now I dare not promise. _Ment._ You already In taking notice of my poor deservings, Have been magnificent, and 'twill appear A frontless impudence to ask beyond this Yet qualifie, though not excuse my error, Though now I am ambitious to desire A confirmation of it. _Cla._ So it wrong not my modesty to grant it. _Ment._ 'Tis far from me, I only am a suitor, you would grace me With some toy, but made rich in that you wore it, To warrant to the world that I usurp not When I presume to stile my self your servant, A ribond from your shooe: _Cla._ You are too humble, I'll think upon't; and something of more value Shall witness how I prize you, it grows late, I'll bring you to the door. _Ment._ You still more bind me.-- [_Exeunt._ _Enter Duke of_ Florence, Alberto, Baptista, _Magistrates_, _and Attendants_. _Duke._ You find by this assur'd intelligence The preparation of the _Turk[e]_ against us. We have met him oft and beat him; now to fear him Would argue want of courage, and I hold it A safer policie for us and our signiories To charge him in his passage o'er the Sea, Than to expect him here. _Alb._ May it please your Highness Since you vouchsafe to think me worthy of This great imployment, if I may deliver My judgement freely, 'tis not flattery Though I say my opinion waits on you, Nor would I give my suffrage and consent To what you have propos'd, but that I know it Worth the great speaker, though that the denial Call'd on your heavy anger. For my self I do profess thus much, if a blunt Soldier, May borrow so much from the oyl'd tongu'd Courtier, (That ecchoes whatsoe'er the Prince allows of) All that my long experience hath taught me That have spent three parts of my life at Sea, (Let it not taste of arrogance that I say it) Could not have added reasons of more weight To fortifie your affections, than such As your grace out of observation meerly Already have propounded. _Bap._ With the honor to give the daring enemy an affront In being the first opposer it will teach Your Soldiers boldness: and strike fear in them That durst attempt you. _1 Magi._ Victuals and Ammunition, And Money too, the sinews of the War, are stor'd up in the Magazine. _2 Magi._ And the Gallies new rig'd and train'd up, And at two dayes warning fit for the service.