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4 Scene.

Flourish Enter Macario, Infelice, Notho, Spurio, Corvino, Amanda, Melissa & Ladies
Fid.
Here's the noble Conquerour.

Mac.
Welcome agen into our bosome Souldier.
Wee'ld have you now leave action, and apply
Your ready will to entertaine and manage
The honours we intend you, as rewards
Due to your valour and successe: you have
Setled our peace at home by the subversion
Of all our neighbouring enemies, and now
'Tis fit you share a full proportion
Of all you labour'd for, that we in ease
And softnesse might securely please our senses;
And know no sufferings more then what are incident
To every prince, our cares: those lesson'd too
By our grave Counsailes industry. I wish
You would move something from your owne desires,
That granted might be valewed by your selfe:
We should bee free.

Not.
Ambition never toucht me.
If I have done an act hath gain'd allowance
In popular opinion, let not flattery
Court it with too much praise. These ought to share;
And every common souldier well as I:
I but directed what they executed.
Let your rewards sir, smile upon their wants,
For sure our victory brought much more honour
Then profit home: nor could I thinke it lesse
Than tyranny to slave men being conquer'd,
And force them buy their liberty; though in pollicy
And custome 'tis allow'd both safe and honourable.
Cherish their valour sir, and the example
Will (when your need requires it) arme the hearts
Of others with like forwardnesse.

Mac.
Wee give
The spoiles to be distributed, and pension
To every souldier; and unto thy selfe—
I know not what: considerate judgements must
Allow the gift a worth before I offer it.
Embrace you two whilst I embrace yee both.
Why doth my Spurio frowne upon his brother?
Can his cleare soule give entertainment to
Neglect or envy? such a glorious paire
To suffer an Ecclipse.

Spu.
Your victory
And person both are welcome.

Not.
Both must serve you.

Inf.
Deare valiant Notho, now you have put off
The rough abilliments of War, pray' weare
These ornaments for my sake.

Gives him jewells.
Not.
They are favours.
An Easterne Monarch might be proud of Madam:
A Mine could not have made your servant richer
In's owne esteeme.

Card.
Trust me the Souldier speakes
Excellent Court-ship Ladies. Those rich jewells
Will be yours shortly; and I would advise you
Not to refuse them upon any tearmes
When they are offer'd.

Inf.
Your deserts require
Give Vitt. and Polem. Iewells.
Some due acknowledgement.

Pole.
These Madam are
Bounties above them.

Mac.
Doe not you my Lord
To Corvino.
Conceive strange joyes, to see so faire an issue
Make your age happy?

Corv.
'Tis a happinesse
For which I owe Heaven thankes.

Ben.
What thinke you Captaine?
To Polemici.
You seldome found such spoiles in a py'd Knap-sack.
Doe you know how to use them?

Pole.
Not as you doe,
Like Children; play with them.

Ben.
You'l pawne them rather?

Pole.
That I beleeve you use.

Mac.
Wee'l have some revells,
'Tis fit that Souldiers sometimes should have rest,
And tast the Courts delights.

Ben.
You'l find there's difference
Betwixt a Courtier and a Souldier Captaine.

Pole.
There's much.

Ben.
How much?

Pole.
As much as is betwixt
A good sword and a Fiddle-sticke.

Ben.
But how
Doe you apply them?

Pole.
That unto my selfe
I best know how to use.

Mac.
Wee'l first thanke Heaven,
And then wee'l see some maskery. This day
Wee'l honour with solemnities.

Exeunt.
Spu.
With me sir?

Flourish, Spu. Not. Fid. Ben. Vitto. and Polemici remaining.
Not.
Brother.

Spu.
Forget that name; it must be lost
To both our memories.

Not.
Sure mine preserves not
The least impression of an injury
I ever did you, that might justly challenge
Th'acquaintance of that Title. Others looke
Upon my fortune with respectfull smiles;
You either scorne or envy it.

Spu.
I doe neither;
But there are secrets which my knowledge cannot
Yet comprehend, till time makes more discoveries:
If it appeare then you are not my brother,
Say not it was my fault.

Not.
I would you give me
A fuller satisfaction.

Spu.
When I can
I will not be reserv'd.

Not.
I know not what
Your words imply, unlesse you'll call me bastard;
And that hath danger in't. No priviledge
Of nature, or respects unto the greatnesse
Favour hath rais'd you to—

Spu.
Hee's here can satisfie.