ou had turn'd your back to 'em,
Basely besought their mercies--

_Leo_. No, no, by this hand, Sir,
We fought like honest and tall men.

_Antig_. I know't _Leontius_: or if I thought
Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye,
Or too vain-glorious appetite of Fame,
Your men forgot and scatter'd.

_Leo_. None of these, Sir,
He shew'd himself a noble Gentleman,
Every way apt to rule.

_Ant_. These being granted;
Why should you think you have done an act so hainous,
That nought but discontent dwells round about ye?
I have lost a Battel.

_Leo_. I, and fought it hard too.

_Ant_. With as much means as man--

_Leo_. Or Devil could urge it.

_Ant_. Twenty to one of our side now.

_Leo_. Turn Tables,
Beaten like Dogs again, like Owls, you take it
To heart for flying but a mile before 'em;
And to say the truth, 'twas no flight neither, Sir,
'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk,
I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish,
And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver,
Blouded and bang'd almost a day before 'em,
And glad I have got off then. Here's a mad Shaver,
He fights his share I am sure, when e'r he comes to't;
Yet I have seen him trip it tithly too,
And cry the Devil take the hindmost ever.

_Lieu_. I learnt it of my Betters.

_Leo_. Boudge at this?

_Ant_. Has Fortune but one Face?

_Lieu_. In her best Vizard
Methinks she looks but lowzily.

_Ant_. Chance, though she faint now,
And sink below our expectations,
Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her?

_Dem_. 'Tis not, this day I fled before the Enemy,
And lost my People, left mine Honour murder'd,
My maiden Honour, never to be ransom'd,
(Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible)
Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these,
Time may turn straight again, experience perfect,
And new Swords cut new ways to nobler Fortunes.
O I have lost--

_Ant_. As you are mine forget it:
I do not think it loss.

_Dem_. O Sir, forgive me,
I have lost my friends, those worthy Souls bred with me,
I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me:
I have lost all Arts, my Schools are taken from me,
Honour and Arms, no emulation left me:
I liv'd to see these men lost, look'd upon it:
These men that twin'd their loves to mine, their vertues;
O shame of shames! I saw and could not save 'em,
This carries Sulphur in't, this burns, and boils me,
And like a fatal Tomb, bestrides my memory.

_Ant_. This was hard fortune, but if alive, and take