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Scæne 5.
Enter Archas, Duke, Bur. Gent. and Sould.Ar.
Peace to your Grace; take rest sir, they are before us.
Ex. Du.
Gent.
They are sir, and upon the march
Ar.
Lord Burris,
Take you those horse and coast 'em: upon the first advantage,
If they will not slacke their march, charge 'em up roundly,
By that time I'le come in.
Bur.
I'le do it truly.
Exit.
Gent.
How do you feele your selfe sir?
Ar.
Well, I thanke ye;
A little weake, but anger shall supply that;
You will all stand bravely to it?
All.
Whilst we have lives sir.
Ar.
Ye speake like Gentlemen; I'le make the knaves know;
The proudest, and the strongest hearted Rebell,
They have a law to live in, and they shall have;
Beat up a pace, by this time he is upon 'em,
Drum within.
And sword, but hold me now, thou shalt play ever.
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Enter Drums beating, Theodore, Putskie, Ancient, and their Souldiers.
The.
Stand, stand, stand close, and sure;
Enter Bur. and 1 or 2 Soul.
The horse will charge us.
Anc.
Let 'em come one, we have provender sit for 'em.
Put.
Here comes Lord Burris sir, I thinke to parley.
The.
You are welcome noble sir, I hope to our part.
Bur.
No, valiant Collonell, I am come to chide ye,
To pitty ye; to kill ye, if these faile me;
Fie, what dishonour seeke ye? what blacke infamy!
Why do ye draw out thus? draw all shame with ye?
Are these sit cares in subjects? I command ye
Lay downe your armes againe, move in that peace,
That faire obedience you were bred in.
Put.
Charge us?
We come not here to argue.
The.
Charge up bravely,
And hotly too, we have hot spleenes to meet ye,
Enter Ar. Gent. & Soul.
Hot as the shames are offer'd us.
Bur.
Looke behind ye.
Do you see that old man? do you know him Souldiers?
Put.
Your father sir, beleeve me—
Bur.
You know his marches,
You have seene his executions: is it yet peace?
The.
Wee'l dye here first.
Bur.
Farewell: you'l heare on's presently.
Ar.
Stay Burris: this is too poore, too beggerly a body
To beare the honour of a charge from me,
A sort of tatterd Rebels; go provide Gallowses;
Ye are troubled with hot heads, I'le coole ye presently:
These looke like men that were my Souldiers
Now I behold 'em neerly, and more narrowly,
My honest friends: where got they these faire figures?
Where did they steale these shapes?
Bur.
They are strooke already.
Ar.
Do you see that fellow there, that goodly Rebell?
He lookes as like a Captaine, I lov'd tenderly:
A fellow of a faith indeed.
Bur.
He has sham'd him.
Ar.
And that that beares the Collors there, most certaine
So like an Ancient of mine owne, a brave fellow,
A loving and obedient, that beleeve me Burvis,
I am amaz'd and troubled: and were it not
I know the generall goodnesse of my people,
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And am assur'd they would as soone turne devils
As Rebells to allegeance, for mine honour.
Bu.
Here needs no wars.
Put.
I pray forgive us sir.
Anc.
Good Generall forgive us, or use your sword,
Your words are double death.
All.
Good noble Generall.
Bur.
Pray sir be mercifull.
Ar.
Weep out your shames first,
Ye make me foole for companie: fie Souldiers,
My Souldiers too, and play these tricks: what's he there?
Sure I have seen his face too; yes, most certaine
I have a son, but I hope he is not here now,
'Would much resemble this man, wondrous neare him,
Just of his height and making too, you seeme a Leader.
The.
Good sir, do not shame me more: I know your anger,
And lesse then death, I looke not for.
Ar.
You shall be my charge sir, it seemes you want foes, anger,
When you would make your friends your Enemies:
A running bloud ye have, but I shall cure ye.
Bur.
Good sir—
Ar.
No more good Lord: beate forward Souldiers:
And you, march in the reare, you have lost your places
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