_2[d Sol.]_ Now, sir, how show wee? _Chal._ As you should at all parts. Goe now to Clermont D'Ambois, and informe him, Two battailes are set ready in his honour, And stay his presence onely for their signall, When they shall joyne; and that, t'attend him hither 15 Like one wee so much honour, wee have sent him-- _1[st Sol.]_ Us two in person. _Chal._ Well, sir, say it so; And having brought him to the field, when I Fall in with him, saluting, get you both Of one side of his horse, and plucke him downe, 20 And I with th'ambush laid will second you. _1[st Sol.]_ Nay, we shall lay on hands of too much strength To neede your secondings. _2[d Sol.]_ I hope we shall. Two are enough to encounter Hercules. _Chal._ Tis well said, worthy souldiers; hast, and hast him. [_Exeunt._] 25 LINENOTES: _Exeunt._ Q, Exit. [SCÆNA QUARTA. _A Room in the Governor's Castle at Cambrai._] _Enter Clermont, Maillard close following him._ _Clermont._ My Scotch horse to their armie-- _Maillard._ Please you, sir? _Cler._ Sdeath! you're passing diligent. _Mail._ Of my soule, Tis onely in my love to honour you With what would grace the King: but since I see You still sustaine a jealous eye on mee, 5 Ile goe before. _Cler._ Tis well; Ile come; my hand. _Mail._ Your hand, sir! Come, your word; your choise be us'd. _Exit._ _Clermont solus._ _Cler._ I had an aversation to this voyage, When first my brother mov'd it, and have found That native power in me was never vaine; 10 Yet now neglected it. I wonder much At my inconstancie in these decrees I every houre set downe to guide my life. When Homer made Achilles passionate, Wrathfull, revengefull, and insatiate 15 In his affections, what man will denie He did compose it all of industrie To let men see that men of most renowne, Strong'st, noblest, fairest, if they set not downe Decrees within them, for disposing these, 20 Of judgement, resolution, uprightnesse, And certaine knowledge of their use and ends, Mishap and miserie no lesse extends To their destruction, with all that they pris'd, Then to the poorest and the most despis'd? 25 _Enter Renel._ _Renel._ Why, how now, friend, retir'd! take heede you prove not Dismaid with this strange fortune. All observe you: Your government's as much markt as the Kings. What said a friend to Pompey? _Cler._ What?