GALEOTTO (STEM GAL)

For mine own partly, I've been so long absent, Especially being a poor servant to the state too, I dare conclude I'm lost to all their memories; Nor do I love the Camp so ill, to partly with it To win upon their faiths; urge a tedious catalogue Of my dead ancestors, and then search records To show I was their countryman; all this For a cold welcome, or and annual pension; To show my scores of wounds, that tally up So many months pay behind hand: which After seven years misery in and hospital, Shall be both wiped off together: yet all Are not of my humour. True Contareno, that is their intent. Show us and enemy then, or danger that is real, And not the birth of fear, and we'll return: At home? Enough: this speech hath cut of all reply, My Lord, think what I spoke was but to gain Satisfaction, which you have amply given. You have chalk't out a way That leads to honour, and we are hasty To pursue it: Our deserts, my Lord, Are so slender, that were't not to prejudice Your judgement, we would blush to own any. His acknowledgement Of our duty, would raise our pride to sin, We should forget to let heaven share i'th victory. Yet give me leave (most noble Gene rall To ask the reason, since his Highness lest A free dispose at his departure, why You should use so much severity in your commands? Henceforth (my Lord) I must attend your will, Let me but drop a tear or two upon My father's dust, and with his memory I'll bid farewell to grief. They have and itch of pride runs through they. The Princess! what made she abroad so late? Come let's walk the round; things are yet unsettled.