MAILLARD

These Troops and companies come in with wings: So many men, so armed, so gallant Horse, I think no other Government in France So soon could bring together. With such men Me thinks a man might pass th'insulting Pillars Of Bacchus and Alcides. It the Kings Command: For whom he must leave Brother, Wife, friend, all things. We must not argue that. The Kings Command Is need and right enough: and that he serves, (As all true Subjects should) without disputing. No: the Kings will is Expressly to conceal his apprehension From my Lord Governor. Observed ye not? Again peruse the Letters. Both you are Made my assistants, and have right and trust In all the weighty secrets Like my self. It is Virtues fortune, To keep her low, and in her proper place. Height hath no room for her: But as a man That hath a fruitful wife, and every year A child by her, hath every year a month, To breathe himself: where he that gets no child Hath not a nights rest (if he will do well.) So, let one marry this same barren Virtue, She never lets him rest: where fruitful vice Spares her rich drudge, gives him in labour breath; Feeds him with bane, and makes him fat with death, I'll therefore take heed of the bastarding Whole innocent races; 'tis a fearful thing. And as I am true Bachelor, I swear, To touch no woman (to the coupling ends) Unless it be mine own wife or my friends. I may make bold with him. Hark, our last Troops are come. Come, let us put all quickly into battle, And send for Clermont, in whose honour, all This Mars all preparation we pretend. It may be once so; but so ever, never; Ambition is abroad, on foot, on horse; Faction chokes every corner, street, the Court, Whose faction 'tis you know: and who is held The fautors right hand: how high his aims reach, Nought but a Crown can measure. This must fallen Passed shadows weights; and is most capital. Let him come at his will, and go as free, Let us ply Clermont, our whole charge is he. Sir, the poor honour we can add to all Your studied welcome to this martial place, In presentation of what strength consists My Lord your Brother's Government is ready. I have made all his Troops and Companies Advance, and put themselves randg'd in Battailia, That you may see, both how well armed they are; How strong is every Troop and Company; How ready, and how well prepared for service, Take you, sir? Oh Heaven! What do you mean sir? Pardon me sir. You amaze me to conceive From whence our wills to honour you, should turn To such dishonour of my Lord your Brother. Dare I, without him, vendertake your taking? By my charge from the King? would he so much Disgrace my Lord, his own Lieutenant here, To give me his Command without his forfeit? Search me? for what? I beseech you, Do not admit one thought of such a sham To a Commander. You forget What 'tis to be a Captain, and your self. If a man be mad Reason must bear him. 'Sdeath sir, use a Captain Like a Carrier. You'll nothing find Where nothing is. Nothing you seek, I swear, I beseech you, Know I desired this out of great affection, To th'end my Lord may know out of your witness, His Forces are not in so bade estate As he esteemed them lately in your hearing: For which he would not trust me with the Confines; But went himself to witness their estate. Sfoot, you make m'a hangman: By all my faith to you, there's no such thing. My faith to God: All's one, Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none. I'll watch you whither. Villains, not hold him when you had him down. Pursue; enclose him; stand, or fallen on him, And ye may take him. 'Sdeath, they make him guards. At length we have you sir. No: I swore for the King. But thus forswearing is not perjury; You are no Politician: not a fault, How foul soever, done for private ends, Is fault in us sworn to the public good: We never can be of the damned crew, We may impolitic our selves (as t'were) Into the Kingdoms body politic, Whereof indeed we'are members: you miss term 'Tis nothing so: the property is altered: You're no Lawyer. Or say that oath and oath Are still the same in number, yet their species Differ extremely, as for flat example, When politic widows try men for their turn, Before they wed them, they are harlots then, But when they wed them, they are honest women So, private men, when they forswear, betray, Are perjured treachers, but being public once, That is, sworn-married to the public good. Public good, For marriage makes them, being the public good, And could not be without them. So I say Men public, that is, being sworn-married To the good public, being one body made With the Realms body politic, are no more Private, nor can be perjured, though forsworn, More then a widow married, for the act Of generation is for that and harlot, Because for that she was so, being unmarried: And argument a paribus. It I. Now leave your coats. Think you now on that? We joy you take a chance so ill, so well. Me thinks 'tis pretty. This goes to mine ear well I promise you. This pretty talking and our horses walking Down this steep hill, spends time with equal profit. We soon shall know it: see Aumall returned. You're happy sir, in all things, but this one, Of your unhappy apprehension. It is sir, and I yield it him with gladness. What think you if we should disguise a brace Of our best Soldiers in fair Lackeys coats, And send them for him, running by his side, Till they have brought him in some ambuscado We close may lodge for him; and suddenly Lay sure hand on him, plucking him from horse. Of my soul 'Tis only in my love to honour you With what would grace the King: but since I see You still sustain a jealous eye on me, I'll go before. Your hand sir? Come, your word, your choice be used. To leave your own horse, and to mount the trumpets. When they have seized him, the ambush shall make in. Honour, and all things noble. Please you sir? I sorrow for it sir. Alas, sir, I usurp that style enforced, And hope you know it was not my aspiring.