_Archid._ I shrink not in the shoulders; though I'm old I'm tough, steel to the back; I have not wasted My stock of strength in featherbeds: here's an arm too; There's stuff in 't, and I hope will use a sword As well as any beardless boy of you all. _Timag._ I'm glad to see you, sir, so well prepared To endure the travail of the war. _Archid._ Go to, sirrah! I shall endure, when some of you keep your cabins, For all your flaunting feathers; nay, Leosthenes, You are welcome too[105], all friends and fellows now. _Leost._ Your servant, sir. _Archid._ Pish! leave these compliments, They stink in a soldier's mouth; I could be merry, For, now my gown's off, farewell gravity[106]! I fear ye, when you come to the test.--Old stories tell us, There's a month call'd October[107], which brings in Cold weather; there are trenches too, 'tis rumour'd, In which to stand all night to the knees in water, In gallants breeds the toothach; there's a sport too, Named _lying perdue_, do you mark me? 'tis a game Which you must learn to play at: now in these seasons, And choice variety of exercises, (Nay, I come to you,) and fasts, not for devotion, Your rambling youngster feels strange alterations; And in a frosty morning.----O welcome! welcome! _Enter_ DIPHILUS _and_ CLEORA. You have cut off my discourse; but I will perfect My lecture in the camp. _Diph._ Come, we are stay'd for; The general's afire for a remove, And longs to be in action. _Archid._ 'Tis my wish too. We must part--nay, no tears, my best Cleora; I shall melt too, and that were ominous. Millions of blessings on thee! All that's mine I give up to thy charge; and, sirrah, look [_To_ MARULLO. You with that care and reverence observe her, Which you would pay to me.--A kiss; farewell, girl! _Diph._ Peace wait upon you, fair one! [_Exeunt_ ARCHIDAMUS, DIPHILUS, _and_ MARULLO. _Timag._ 'Twere impertinence To wish you to be careful of your honour, That ever keep in pay a guard about you Of faithful virtues: farewell!--Friend, I leave you To wipe our kisses off; I know that lovers Part with more circumstance and ceremony: Which I give way to. [_Exit._ _Leost._ 'Tis a noble favour, For which I ever owe you. We are alone; But how I should begin, or in what language Speak the unwilling word of parting from you, I am yet to learn. _Cleo._ And still continue ignorant; For I must be most cruel to myself, If I should teach you. _Leost._ Yet it must be spoken, Or you will chide my slackness. You have fired me With the heat of noble action to deserve you; And the least spark of honour that took life From your sweet breath, still fann'd by it and cherish'd, Must mount up in a glorious flame, or I Am much unworthy.