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Scæne. 10.
Enter Duke and Gent.1 Gen.
Beleeve sir, 'tis as possible to doe it,
As to remove the City; the maine faction,
Swarm throgh the streets like hornets, arm'd with angers
Able to ruine States: no safety left us,
Nor meanes to dye like men, if instantly
You draw not back againe,
Duk.
May he be drawne
And quarter'd too, that turnes now; were I surer
Of death then thou art of thy fears, and with death
More then those feares are too.
1.
Sir, I feare not.
Du.
I would not crack my vow, start from my honour,
Because I may finde danger; wound my soule,
To keep my body safe.
1.
I speak not sir,
Out of a basenesse to you.
Du.
No, nor doe not
Out of a basenesse leave me: what is danger.
More then the weaknesse of our apprehensions?
A poor cold part o'th bloud? who takes it hold of?
Cowards, and wicked livers: valiant mindes
Were made the Masters of it, and as hearty Seamen
In desperate stormes, stem with a little Rudder
The tumbling ruines of the Ocean:
So with their cause & swords do they do dangers.
Say we were sure to dye all in this venture,
As I am confident against it: is there any
Amongst us of so fat a sense, so pamper'd,
Would chuse luxuriously to lye a bed,
And purge away his spirit, send his soule out
In Sugar-sops, and Syrups? give me dying,
As dying ought to be, upon mine enemy,
Parting with man-kinde, by a man that's manly:
Let 'em be all the world, and bring along
Cain's envy with 'em, I will on.
2.
You may sir,
But with what safety?
1.
Since 'tis come to dying.
You shall perceive sir, here be those amongst us
Can dye as decently as other men,
And with as little ceremony: on brave sir.
Duk.
That's spoken heartily.
1.
And he that flinches
May he dye lowzie in a ditch.
Du.
No more dying,
There's no such danger in it:
What's a clock?
3.
Somewhat above your houre.
Du.
Away then quickly,
Make no noise, and no trouble will attend us.
Exeunt.
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