_Rom._ Now sir, lose not this offerd means: their lookes 30 Fixt on you, with a pittying earnestnesse, Inuite you to demand their furtherance To your good purpose.--This such a dulnesse So foolish and vntimely as-- _Du Croy._ You know him. _Roch._ I doe, and much lament the sudden fall 35 Of his braue house. It is young _Charloyes_. Sonne to the Marshall, from whom he inherits His fame and vertues onely. _Rom._ Ha, they name you. _Du Croye._ His father died in prison two daies since. _Roch._ Yes, to the shame of this vngrateful State; 40 That such a Master in the art of warre, So noble, and so highly meriting, From this forgetfull Country, should, for want Of meanes to satisfie his creditors, The summes he tooke vp for the generall good, 45 Meet with an end so infamous. _Rom._ Dare you euer Hope for like opportunity? _Du Croye._ My good Lord! _Roch._ My wish bring comfort to you. _Du Croye._ The time calls vs. _Roch._ Good morrow Colonell. _Exeunt Roch. Du Croye._ _Rom._ This obstinate spleene, You thinke becomes your sorrow, and sorts wel 50 With your blacke suits: but grant me wit, or iudgement, And by the freedome of an honest man, And a true friend to boote, I sweare ’tis shamefull. And therefore flatter not your selfe with hope, Your sable habit, with the hat and cloake, 55 No though the ribons helpe, haue power to worke ’em To what you would: for those that had no eyes, To see the great acts of your father, will not, From any fashion sorrow can put on, Bee taught to know their duties. _Char._ If they will not, 60 They are too old to learne, and I too young To giue them counsell, since if they partake The vnderstanding, and the hearts of men, They will preuent my words and teares: if not, What can perswasion, though made eloquent 65 With griefe, worke vpon such as haue chang’d natures With the most sauage beast? Blest, blest be euer The memory of that happy age, when iustice Had no gards to keepe off wrongd innocence, From flying to her succours, and in that 70 Assurance of redresse: where now (_Romont_) The damnd, with more ease may ascend from Hell, Then we ariue at her. One Cerberus there Forbids the passage, in our Courts a thousand, As lowd, and fertyle headed, and the Client 75 That wants the sops, to fill their rauenous throats, Must hope for no accesse: why should I then Attempt impossibilities: you friend, being Too well acquainted with my dearth of meanes, To make my entrance that way?