_Rom._ The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes 110 That meete no obiect so base as their Master, Had bin, long since, torne from that guiltie head, And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse, Had I not worne a sword, and vs’d it better Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. 115 _Nou. Se._ Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht? _Charmi._ Heere mee. _Rom._ Yet I, that in my seruice done my Country, Disdaine to bee put in the scale with thee, Confesse my selfe vnworthy to bee valued With the least part, nay haire of the dead Marshall, 120 Of whose so many glorious vndertakings, Make choice of any one, and that the meanest Performd against the subtill Fox of France, The politique _Lewis_, or the more desperate Swisse, And ’twyll outwaygh all the good purpose, 125 Though put in act, that euer Gowneman practizd. _Nou. Se._ Away with him to prison. _Rom._ If that curses, Vrg’d iustly, and breath’d forth so, euer fell On those that did deserue them; let not mine Be spent in vaine now, that thou from this instant 130 Mayest in thy feare that they will fall vpon thee, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with them. And for denying of a little earth, To couer what remaynes of our great soldyer: May all your wiues proue whores, your factors theeues, 135 And while you liue, your riotous heires vndoe you, And thou, the patron of their cruelty. Of all thy Lordships liue not to be owner Of so much dung as will conceale a Dog, Or what is worse, thy selfe in. And thy yeeres, 140 To th’ end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many, And as thou hast denied the dead a graue, May misery in thy life make thee desire one, Which men and all the Elements keepe from thee: I haue begun well, imitate, exceed. 145 _Roch._ Good counsayle were it, a prayse worthy deed. _Ex. Officers with Rom._ _Du Croye._ Remember what we are.