_Char_. Here comes _Andrew_. _Mir_. But without his comical and learned face; what sad disaster, _Andrew_? _And_. You m[a]y read, Sir, a Tragedy in my face. _Mir_. Art thou in earnest? _And_. Yes, by my life, Sir; and if now you help not, and speedily, by force, or by persuasion, my good old Master (for now I pity him) is ruin'd for ever. _Char_. Ha, my Father! _And_. He, Sir. _Mir_. By what means? speak. _And_. At the suit of Monsieur _Lewis_; his house is seiz'd upon, and he in person is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes, Sir) to be convey'd to _Paris_, and there Sentenc'd. _Mir_. Nay, then there is no jesting. _Char_. Do I live, and know my Father injur'd? _And_. And what's worse, Sir, my Ladie _Angellina_-- _Eust_. What of her? _And_. She's carri'd away too. _Mir_. How? _And_. While you were absent, a crew of Monsieur _Lewis_ friends and kinsmen, by force, brake in at th' back part of the house, and took her away by violence; faithful _Andrew_ (as this can witness for him) did his best in her defence, but 'twould not do. _Mir_. Away, and see our Horses sadled, 'tis no time to talk, but do. _Eustace_, you now are offer'd a spatious field, and in a pious War to exercise your valour; here's a cause, and such a one, in which to fall is honourable, your dutie and reverence due to a fathers name commanding it; but these unnatural jars arising between Brothers (should you prosper) would shame your victory. _Eust_. I would do much, Sir, but still my rep[u]tation! _Mir. Charles_ shall give you all decent satisfaction; nay, joyn hands, and heartily, why, this is done like Brothers; and as old as I am, in this cause that concerns the honour of our Family, Monsieur _Lewis_ (if reason cannot work) shall find and feel there's hot blood in this arm, I'le lead you bravely. _Eust_. And if I follow not, a cowards name be branded on my forehead. _Char_. This spirit makes you a sharer in my fortunes. _Mir_. And in mine, of which (_Brisac_ once freed, and _Angellina_ again in our possession) you shall know, my heart speaks in my tongue. _Eust_. I dare not doubt it, Sir. [_Exeunt_. ACTUS V. SCENA II. _Enter_ Lewis, Brisac, Angelli[n]a, Sylvia, _Officers_. _Lew_. I'm deaf to all perswasions. _Bri_. I use none, nor doubt I, though a while my innocence suffers, but when the King shall understand how false your malice hath inform'd him, he in justice must set me right again.