I think I have been cudgell'd with all nations,
And almost all Religions.

_2_.

Embrace him brother, this man is valiant,
I know it by my self, he's valiant.

_1_.

Captain, thou art a valiant Gentleman,
To bide upon, a very valiant man.

_Bes_.

My equall friends o'th'Sword, I must request your hands to this.

_2_.

'Tis fit it should be.

_Bes_.

Boy, get me some wine, and pen and Ink within:
Am I clear, Gentlemen?

_1_.

Sir, the world has taken notice what we have done,
Make much of your body, for I'll pawn my steel,
Men will be coyer of their legs hereafter.

_Bes_.

I must request you goe along and testife to the Lord _Bacurius_,
whose foot has struck me, how you find my cause.

_2_.

We will, and tell that Lord he must be rul'd,
Or there are those abroad, will rule his Lordship.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ Arbaces _at one door, and_ Gob. _and_ Panthea _at
another_.

_Gob_.

Sir, here's the Princess.

_Arb_.

Leave us then alone,
For the main cause of her imprisonment
Must not be heard by any but her self.

[_Exit_ Gob.

You're welcome Sister, and would to heaven
I could so bid you by another name:
If you above love not such sins as these,
Circle my heart with thoughts as cold as snow
To quench these rising flames that harbour here.

_ [P]an_.

Sir, does it please you I should speak?

_Arb_.

Please me?
I, more than all the art of musick can,
Thy speech doth please me, for it ever sounds,
As thou brought'st joyfull unexpected news;
And yet it is not fit thou shouldst be heard.
I pray thee think so.

_Pan_.

Be it so, I will.
Am I the first that ever had a wrong
So far from being fit to have redress,
That 'twas unfit to hear it? I will back
To prison, rather than disquiet you,
And wait till it be fit.

_Arb_.

No, do not goe;
For I will hear thee with a serious thought:
I have collected all that's man about me
Together strongly, and I am resolv'd
To hear thee largely, but I do beseech thee,
Do not come nearer to me, for there is
Something in that, that will undoe us both.

_Pan_.

Alas Sir, am I venome?

_Arb_.

Yes, to me;
Though of thy self I think thee to be
In equall degree of heat or cold,
As nature can make: yet as unsound men
Convert the sweete