_Mail._ Nothing you seeke, I sweare. I beseech you, Know I desir'd this out of great affection, 225 To th'end my lord may know out of your witnesse His forces are not in so bad estate As hee esteem'd them lately in your hearing; For which he would not trust me with the confines, But went himselfe to witnesse their estate. 230 _Cler._ I heard him make that reason, and am sorie I had no thought of it before I made Thus bold with you, since tis such ruberb to you. Ile therefore search no more. If you are charg'd (By letters from the King, or otherwise) 235 To apprehend me, never spice it more With forc'd tearmes of your love, but say: I yeeld; Holde, take my sword, here; I forgive thee freely; Take; doe thine office. _Mail._ Sfoote! you make m'a hang-man; By all my faith to you, there's no such thing. 240 _Cler._ Your faith to mee! _Mail._ My faith to God; all's one: Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none. _Cler._ In that sense I accept your othe, and thanke you. I gave my word to goe, and I will goe. _Exit Cler[mont]._ _Mail._ Ile watch you whither. _Exit Mail[lard]._ _Mess._ If hee goes, hee proves 245 How vaine are mens fore knowledges of things, When heaven strikes blinde their powers of note and use, And makes their way to ruine seeme more right Then that which safetie opens to their sight. Cassandra's prophecie had no more profit 250 With Troyes blinde citizens, when shee foretolde Troyes ruine; which, succeeding, made her use This sacred inclamation: "God" (said shee) "Would have me utter things uncredited; For which now they approve what I presag'd; 255 They count me wise, that said before, I rag'd." [_Exit._] LINENOTES: 12 _Rulers_. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Rubers. 74 _your_. Ed.; Q, you. 149 _in_. Added by ed. 155 _Arden_. Q, Acden. 162 _Char._ Q, Cler. [SCÆNA TERTIA. _A Camp near Cambrai._] _Enter Challon with two Souldiers._ _Chalon._ Come, souldiers: you are downewards fit for lackies; Give me your pieces, and take you these coates, To make you compleate foot men, in whose formes You must be compleate souldiers: you two onely Stand for our armie. _1[st Soldier.]_ That were much. _Chal._ Tis true; 5 You two must doe, or enter, what our armie Is now in field for. _2[d Sol.]_ I see then our guerdon Must be the deede it selfe, twill be such honour. _Chal._ What fight souldiers most for? _1[st Sol.]_ Honour onely. _Chal._ Yet here are crownes beside. _Ambo._ We thanke you, Captaine. 10