434Pal. Lets to the king, who, were he

435A quarter carrier of that honour, which

436His Enemy come in, the blood we venture

437Should be as for our health, which were not spent,

438Rather laide out for purchase: but alas

439Our hands advanc'd before our hearts, what will

440The fall o'th stroke doe damage?

441Arci. Let th'event,

442That never erring Arbitratour, tell us

443When we know all our selves, and let us follow

444The becking of our chance. Exeunt.

446Pir. No further.

447Hip. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes

448To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not

449Make any timerous question, yet I wish him

450Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be

451To dure ill-dealing fortune; speede to him,

452Store never hurtes good Gouernours.

453Pir. Though I know

454His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they

455Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide,

456Those best affections, that the heavens infuse

457In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand

458In your deare heart.

459Emil. Thanckes Sir; Remember me

460To our all royall Brother, for whose speede

461The great Bellona ile sollicite; and

462Since in our terrene State petitions are not

463Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her

464What I shall be advised she likes; our hearts

465Are in his Army, in his Tent.

466Hip. In's bosome:

467We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe

468When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea,

469Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or women