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Boy. Come learn of us Lieutenant, hang your Iron up,
We'l find you cooler wars.
Chi. Come let's together,
I'le see your tricks, and as I like 'em. – [Exeunt.
Enter Memnon, Eumenes, and Captains
Mem. Why was there not such women in the camp then
Prepar'd to make me know 'em?
Eum. 'Twas no place Sir.
1 Capt. Why should they live in Tumults? they are creatures
Soft and of sober natures.
Mem. Cou'd not your wives,
Your Mothers, or your Sisters have been sent for
To exercise upon?
Eume. We thank your Lordship.
2 Capt. But do you mean?
Mem. I do mean.
2 Capt. What Sir?
Mem. To see her,
And see thee hang'd too an thou anger'st me,
And thousands of your throats cut, get ye from me,
Ye keep a prating of your points of manners,
And fill my head with lowzie circumstances,
Better have Ballads in't, your courtly worships,
How to put off my hat, you, how to turn me,
And you (forsooth) to blow my nose discreetly;
Let me alone, for I will love her, see her,
Talk to her, and mine own way.
Eume. She's the Princess.
Mem. Why let her be the Devil, I have spoke
When Thunder durst not check me, I must love,
I know she was a thing kept for me.
Eume. And I know Sir,
Though she were born yours, yet your strange behaviour
And want —
Mem. Thou liest.
Eum. I do not.
Mem. Ha!
Eume. I do not lye Sir,
I say you want fair language, nay 'tis certain
You cannot say good morrow.
Mem. Ye Dog-whelps,
The proudest of your prating tongues —
Eume. Doe, kill us,
Kill us for telling truth: for my part, General,
I would not live to see men make a may-game
Of him I have made a Master, kill us quickly,
Then ye may —
Mem. What?
Eume. Doe what you list, draw your sword childishly
Upon your Servants that are bound to tell ye;
I am weary of my life.
1 Capt. And I.
2 Capt. And all Sir.
Eume. Goe to the Princess, make her sport, cry to her
I am the glorious man of war.
Mem. Pray ye leave me,
I am sorry I was angry, I'le think better,
Pray no more words.
Eume. Good Sir.
Mem. Nay then.
2 Capt. We are gone Sir. [Exeunt Eume. and Capt.
Enter Princess Calis, Lucippe, Cleanthe
Cal. How came he hither? see for Heavens sake wenches,
What face, and what postures he puts on, { Mem. walks aside full of strange
gestures.
I do not think he is perfect.
Cle. If your love
Have not betray'd his little wits, he's well enough,
As well as he will be.
Cal. Mark how he muses.
Lucip. H'as a Batalia now in's brains, he draws out, now
Have at ye Harpers.
Cle. See, see, there the fire fails.
Lucip. Look what an Alphabet of faces he runs through.
Cle. O love, love, how amorously thou look'st
In an old rusty armour.
Cle. I'll away, for by my troth I fear him.
Lucip. Fear the gods, Madam,
And never care what man can do, this fellow
With all his frights about him and his furies,
His Larums, and his Launces, Swords, and Targets,
Nay case him up in armour Cap-a-pe,
Yet durst I undertake within two hours,
If he durst charge, to give him such a shake,
Should shake his Valour off, and make his shanks to ake.
Cle. For shame no more.
Cal. He muses still.
Cle. The Devil —
Why should this old dryed timber chopt with thunder —
Cal. Old Wood burns quickest.
Lucip. Out, you would say Madam,
Give me a green stick that may hold me heat,
And smoak me soundly too; He turns, and sees ye. { Memnon
comes to her.
Cle. There's no avoiding now, have at ye.
Mem. Lady.
The more I look upon ye. [Stays her.
Cle. The more you may, Sir.
Cal. Let him alone.
Mem. I would desire your patience.
The more I say I look, the more – [Stays her.
Lucip. My Fortune,
'Tis very apt, Sir.
Mem. Women, let my Fortune
And me alone I wish ye, pray come this way,
And stand you still there Lady.
Cal. Leave the words Sir, and leap into the meaning.
Mem. Then again:
I tell you I do love ye.
Cal. Why?
Mem. No questions: pray no more questions.
I do love you, infinitely: why do you smile?
Am I ridiculous?
Cal. I am monstrous fearful, no, I joy you love me.
Mem. Joy on then, and be proud on't, I do love you,
Stand still, do not trouble me you Women.
He loves you Lady at whose feet have kneel'd
Princes to beg their freedoms, he whose valour
Has overrun whole Kingdoms.
Cal. That makes me doubt, Sir,
'Twill overrun me too.
Mem. He whose Sword.
Cle. Talk not so big, Sir, you will fright the Princess.
Mem. Ha.
Lucippe. No forsooth.
Cal. I know ye have done wonders.
Mem. I have and will do more and greater, braver;
And for your beauty miracles, name that Kingdom
And take your choice.
Cal. Sir I am not ambitious.
Mem. Ye shall be, 'tis the Child of Glory: she that I love
Whom my desires shall magnifie, time stories,
And all the Empires of the Earth.
Cle. I would fain ask him —
