592Luce. Sir, as I am a maid, I do affect you above any

593Suter that I have, although that Souldiers scarce know

594how to love.

595Arth. I am a Souldier, and a Gentleman,

596Knows what belongs to War, what to a Lady:

597What man offends me, that my sword shall right:

598What woman loves me, I am her faithfull Knight.

599Luce. I neither doubt your valour, nor your love, but

600there be some that bares a Souldiers forme, that swears by

601him they never think upon, goes swaggering up and down

602from house to house, crying God payes and.

603Arth. Ifaith, Lady, I'le descry you such a man,

604Of them there be many which you have spoke of,

605That bare the name and shape of Souldiers,

606Yet God knows very seldome saw the War:

607That hant your Taverns, and your ordinaries,

608Your Ale-houses sometimes, for all a-like

609To uphold the brutish humor of their minds,

610Being marked down, for the bondmen of despair:

611Their mirth begins in wine, but ends in bloud,

612Their drink is clear, but their conceits are mud.

613Luce. Yet these are great Gentlemen Souldiers,

614Arth. No they are wretched slaves,

615Whose desperate lives doth bring them timelesse graves.

616Luce. Both for your self, and for your forme of life,

617If I may choose, I'le be a Souldiers wife.