_Eumen._ Ten set Battels Against the strong usurper _Diocles_ (Whom long experience had begot a Leader, Ambition rais'd too mighty) hath your _Memnon_ Won, and won gloriously, distrest and shook him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing: In three, he beat the Thunder-bolt his Brother, Forc'd him to wall himself up: there not safe, Shook him with warlike Engins like an Earthquake, Till like a Snail he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hideous darkness to destruction: Disarm'd for ever rising more: Twelve Castles, Some thought impregnable; Towns twice as many; Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildness, hath this General With loss of blood and youth, through Storms and Tempests Call'd to your fair obedience. _King._ O my Souldier That thou wert now within my arms; what drums { _Drums Are those that beat _Eumenes_? { within._ _Eumen._ His, my Soveraign; Himself i'th' head of conquest drawing home, An old man now to offer up his glories, And endless conquest at your shrine. _King._ Goe all, And entertain him with all Ceremonie, We'l keep him now a Courtier. _Eumen._ Sir, a strange one, Pray God his language bear it; by my life, Sir He knows no complement, nor curious casting Of words into fit places e're he speak 'em, He can say fight well fellow, and I'le thank thee: He that must eat, must fight; bring up the rear there, Or charge that wing of horse home. [_Flourish._ _King._ Goe too, goe too. _Enter_ Memnon, _and a train of Courtiers, and Souldiers, two Captains_, Chilax. Valiant and wise are twins Sir: welcom, welcom, Welcom my fortunate and famous General, High in thy Princes favour, as in fame, Welcom to Peace, and _Paphos_.