_Pan._ Would'st have me cry, run raving up and down, For my son's loss? Would'st have me turn rank mad, Or wring my face with mimic action; Stamp, curse, weep, rage, and then my bosom strike? Away, 'tis aspish action, player-like.[234] If he is guiltless, why should tears be spent? Thrice blessèd soul that dieth innocent. 320 If he is leper'd with so foul a guilt, Why should a sigh be lent, a tear be spilt? The gripe of chance is weak to wring a tear From him that knows what fortitude should bear. Listen, young blood. 'Tis not true valour's pride To swagger, quarrel, swear, stamp, rave, and chide, To stab in fume of blood, to keep loud coil[s] To bandy factions in domestic broils, To dare the act of sins, whose filth excels The blackest customs of blind infidels. 330 No, my lov'd youth: he may of valour vaunt Whom fortune's loudest thunder cannot daunt; Whom fretful gales of chance, stern fortune's siege, Makes not his reason slink, the soul's fair liege; Whose well-pais'd[235] action ever rests upon Not giddy humours but discretion. This heart in valour even Jove out-goes: Jove is without, but this 'bove sense of woes:[236] And such a one, eternity. Behold-- Good morrow, son; thou bid'st a fig for cold. 340 Sound louder music: let my breath exact [_Loud music._ You strike sad tones unto this dismal act. [_Exeunt._ [207] Wrinkled. [208] Affianced. [209] Spur-royal was a gold coin worth fifteen shillings. [210] Nobles. [211] Embroidered (_Fr._ pourfiler). [212] To make a horse _tread the ring_ was an equestrian feat. The _ring_ was the circular piece of ground on which the horse displayed his agility. See note on Middleton, vol. i. p. 190. [213] Stockado, stoccata,--a thrust in fencing. [214] Grin or snarl. [215] "_Couleur de Roy_ was in the old time Purple; but now is the bright Tawnie which wee also tearme _Coulour de Roy_."--_Cotgrave._ [216] A counterfeit coin. [217] A reminiscence of Virgil:-- "Tum gelidus toto manabat corpore sudor: Corripio e stratis corpus."--_Æn._ iii. 174-5. [218] Again we are reminded of Virgil:-- "Ter conatus ibi collo dare brachia circum, Ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago."--_Æn._ vi, 699-700. [219] For "I oped" old eds. give "top't." [220] Old form of "monsieur."--Balurdo is talking arrant nonsense. [221] The dramatists are fond of punning on the words, (1) bewray (betray), (2) beray (befoul). Cf. Middleton, i. 82, &c. [222] Old eds. "gellied," which I take to be _jellied_--not _gelid_. In the first edition of Shelley's _Cenci_ (iv. 3) we have:--"The _gellyed blood_ runs freely through my veins:" later editions read _jellied_.