ANTHONY

No other sir, but our true born loves To noble actions, pity of others wronged, And fair renown, are all the spurs Should put on noble spirits to warlike actions, And in that to fallen, or rise with glory: Who would not venture this weak piece Of flesh, which every Ague beats? Nor ever held I life at such a rate, But to get fame, I dare and will tempt Fate. This, I hope, may plead in our excuse, And no way render us discourteous or unworthy For departing unarmed, or else unmanned From this fair presence, and so we take our leaves. He that encounters danger, must not think His skin of Armour proof: though but young scholars, We have learned that discipline. Then know my Lord, Italian earth I claim, Mother of Arts, and Nurse of noble spirits; And in that Country, Room, my place of birth, Great Mistress of the world, whose large-stretched arms Over Land and Sea holds domination: Renowned for government in peace or war Even to the shore of scorching India, Their arms strike terror through the world: Kings were their vassals, and their awful swords Brought the known world to their subjection. Nor wonder not great King, that we should leave A Court that's fraughted with such happiness, For Christians glory and our Countries fame We have adventured life and honour too. I long to see, and grapple with the monster. It's Suckabus, our brother Georges man. I needs no armour, but my constant heart, And thou hast given new life to't In our death's; our innocence shall make our After story be worth all knowing judgements: Nor shall our bloods be shed by vulgar hands, Since we have power in the disposing it. Come beauteous Ladies, now express your arts, Make your Apollo wonder at your skill, And with more glory than he did ascend Olympus top, after black Pythons fallen: With more shall you salute your peoples eyes, Rejoicing in our hapless Tragedies. Give us a hearing Sir: We do not wish to pull on others ruins With our own; nor would we make you guilty Of a crime so soul, least after ages should traduce Your name for this impiety; give us then Your first and voluntary promise that your Tongue aloud, and we will quit these Ladies from the act. We are free, and Like untamed Lyons, We now will forage, and both us in your bloods. The Rear is brought up by Anthony, Who goes a Champion forth for Italy. We missed your aims in this; It's a strange turning from courteous welcome, To black threats of death. Unbind us then, and give us in our hands Our well tried swords, and you shall see how quickly We will charm a passage to our wished For expirations, we will embrace in steel: And worthy friend, do but strike home, And thou shalt soon perceive how quickly weel have Freedom; thou shalt see how I will meet thy wishes, And woe thy backward sword to give to me A passage to yond blessed Kingdom. Lets walk the round, and take a view Of this strong Castle first; happily we may find A passage in, for to surprise him Ever he think of us; lets strike upon occasion, But advantage, in Law of Arms, deserves this Hateful Traitor.