_Brun._ Rest assur'd you are Such instruments we must not lose. _Lecure. Bawd._ Our service. _Thier._ You have view'd them then, what's your opinion of them? In this dull time of peace, we have prepar'd 'em Apt for the war. Ha? _Prota._ Sir, they have limbs That promise strength sufficient, and rich armors The Soldiers best lov'd wealth: More, it appears They have been drill'd, nay very pretily drill'd: For many of them can discharge their muskets Without the danger of throwing off their heads, Or being offensive to the standers by, By sweating too much backwards; Nay I find They know the right, and left hand file, and may With some impulsion no doubt be brought To pass the _A_, _B_, _C_, of war, and come Unto the Horn-book. _Thier._ Well, that care is yours; And see that you effect it. _Prota._ I am slow To promise much; But if within ten days, By precepts and examples, not drawn from Worm-eaten presidents of the _Roman_ wars But from mine own, I make them not transcend All that e'er yet bore armes, let it be said, _Protaldye_ brags, which would be unto me As hatefull as to be esteem'd a coward: For Sir, few Captaines know the way to win [him], And make the soldiers valiant. You shall [see me] Lie with them in their trenches, talk, and drink, And be together drunk; And, what seems stranger, We'll sometimes wench together, which once practis'd And with some other care and hidden acts, They being all made mine, I'll breath[e] into them Such fearless resolution and such fervor, That though I brought them to beseige a fort, Whose walls were steeple high, and cannon proof, Not to be undermin'd, they should fly up, Like swallows: and the parapet once won, For proof of their obedience, if I will'd them They should leap down again, and what is more, By some directions they should have from me, Not break their necks. _Thi._ This is above belief. _Brun._ Sir, on my knowledg[e] though he hath spoke much, He's able to do more. _Lecure._ She means on her. _Brun._ And howsoever in his thankfulness, For some few favors done him by my self, He left _Austracia_, not _Theodoret_, Though he was chiefly aim'd at, could have laid With all his Dukedomes power, that shame upon him, Which in his barborous malice to my honor, He swore with threats to effect. _Thier._ I cannot but Believe you Madam, thou art one degree Grown nearer to my heart, and I am proud To have in thee so glorious a plant Transported hither; In thy conduct, we Go on assur'd of conquest; our remove Shall be with the next Sun. _Enter Theod[o]ret, Memberge, Martell, Devitry._ _Lecure._ Amazement leave me, 'tis he. _Bawd._ We are again undone. _Prot._ Our guilt hath no assurance nor defence.