SCENA IV.

Enter Antigonus, Timon, Lords and a Souldier.

Ant. No face of sorrow for this loss, 'twill choak him, Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd, That the least adding to it adds to his ruine; His loss is not so infinite, I hope, Souldier.

Soul. Faith neither great, nor out of indiscretion. The young men out of heat.

Enter Demetrius, Leontius, and Lieutenant.

Ant. I guess the manner.

Lord. The Prince and't like your Grace.

Ant. You are welcome home, Sir: Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune, And I my self have try'd the like: clear up man, I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted Your fear had lost, and that you had turn'd your back to 'em, Basely besought their mercies—

Leo. No, no, by this hand, Sir, We fought like honest and tall men.

Antig. I know't Leontius: or if I thought Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye, Or too vain-glorious appetite of Fame, Your men forgot and scatter'd.

Leo. None of these, Sir, He shew'd himself a noble Gentleman, Every way apt to rule.

Ant. These being granted; Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? I have lost a Battel.

Leo. I, and fought it hard too.

Ant. With as much means as man—

Leo. Or Devil could urge it.

Ant. Twenty to one of our side now.

Leo. Turn Tables, Beaten like Dogs again, like Owls, you take it To heart for flying but a mile before 'em; And to say the truth, 'twas no flight neither, Sir, 'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk, I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish, And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver, Blouded and bang'd almost a day before 'em, And glad I have got off then. Here's a mad Shaver, He fights his share I am sure, when e'r he comes to't; Yet I have seen him trip it tithly too, And cry the Devil take the hindmost ever.

Lieu. I learnt it of my Betters.

Leo. Boudge at this?

Ant. Has Fortune but one Face?

Lieu. In her best Vizard Methinks she looks but lowzily.

Ant. Chance, though she faint now, And sink below our expectations, Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her?

Dem. 'Tis not, this day I fled before the Enemy, And lost my People, left mine Honour murder'd, My maiden Honour, never to be ransom'd, (Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible) Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these, Time may turn straight again, experience perfect, And new Swords cut new ways to nobler Fortunes. O I have lost—

Ant. As you are mine forget it: I do not think it loss.

Dem. O Sir, forgive me, I have lost my friends, those worthy Souls bred with me, I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me: I have lost all Arts, my Schools are taken from me, Honour and Arms, no emulation left me: I liv'd to see these men lost, look'd upon it: These men that twin'd their loves to mine, their vertues; O shame of shames! I saw and could not save 'em, This carries Sulphur in't, this burns, and boils me, And like a fatal Tomb, bestrides my memory.

Ant. This was hard fortune, but if alive, and taken, They shall be ransom'd: let it be at Millions.

Dem. They are dead, they are dead.

Lieu. When wou'd he weep for me thus? I may be dead and powder'd.

Leo. Good Prince, grieve not: We are not certain of their deaths: the Enemy, Though he be hot, and keen, Yet holds good Quarter. What Noise is this?

[Great Shout within: Enter Gentlemen.

Lieu. He does not follow us? Give me a Steeple top.

Leo. They live, they live, Sir.

Ant. Hold up your manly face. They live, they are here, Son.

Dem. These are the men.

1 Gent. They are, and live to honour ye.

Dem. How 'scap'd ye noble friends? methought I saw ye Even in the Jaws of Death.

2 Gent. Thanks to our folly, That spur'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't; And ev'n beyond the hand of succour, beaten, Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then, Sir, Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell knoll, And see the Grave a digging, tell.

Dem. For Heavens sake Delude mine Eyes no longer! how came ye off?

1 Gent. Against all expectation, the brave Seleucus, I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue, When, through the Troops, he saw ye shoot like lightning; And at your manly courage all took fire; And after that, the misery we fell to The never-certain Fate of War, considering, As we stood all before him, Fortunes ruines, Nothing but Death expecting, a short time He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes. Then with an eye of mercy inform'd his Judgment, How yet unripe we were, unblown, unharden'd, Unfitted for such fatal ends; he cryed out to us, Go Gentlemen, commend me to your Master, To the most High, and Hopeful Prince, Demetrius; Tell him the Valour that he showed against me This day, the Virgin Valour, and true fire, Deserves even from an Enemy this courtesie; Your Lives, and Arms freely. I'll give 'em: thank him. And thus we are return'd, Sir.

Leo. Faith, 'twas well done; 'Twas bravely done; was't not a noble part, Sir?

Lieu. Had I been there, up had I gone, I am sure on't; These noble tricks I never durst trust 'em yet.

Leo. Let me not live, and't were not a famed honesty; It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish Heaven, But e'n the happiness, e'n that poor blessing For all the sharp afflictions thou hast sent me, But e'n i'th' head o'th' field, to take Seleucus. I should do something memorable: fie, sad still?

1 Gent. Do you grieve, we are come off?

Dem. Unransom'd, was it?

2 Gent. It was, Sir.

Dem. And with such a fame to me? Said ye not so?

Leo. Ye have heard it.

Dem. O Leontius! Better I had lost 'em all: my self had perish'd, And all my Fathers hopes.

Leo. Mercy upon you; What ails you, Sir? Death, do not make fools on's, Neither go to Church, nor tarry at home, That's a fine Horn-pipe?

Ant. What's now your grief, Demetrius?

Dem. Did he not beat us twice?

Leo. He beat, a Pudding; Beat us but once.

Dem. H'as beat me twice, and beat me to a Coward. Beat me to nothing.

Lieu. Is not the Devil in him?

Leo. I pray it be no worse.

Dem. Twice conquer'd me.

Leo. Bear witness all the world, I am a Dunce here.

Dem. With valour first he struck me, then with honour, That stroak Leontius, that stroak, dost thou not feel it?

Leo. Whereabouts was it? for I remember nothing yet.

Dem. All these Gentlemen That were his Prisoners—

Leo. Yes, he set 'em free, Sir, With Arms and honour.

Dem. There, there, now thou hast it; At mine own weapon, Courtesie has beaten me, At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me, Hotter than all the dint o'th' Fight he has charg'd me: Am I not now a wretched fellow? think on't; And when thou hast examin'd all wayes honorable, And find'st no door left open to requite this, Conclude I am a wretch, and was twice beaten.

Ant. I have observ'd your way, and understand it, And equal love it as Demetrius, My noble child thou shalt not fall in vertue, I and my power will sink first: you Leontius, Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out again, And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here, Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye, Before ye be i'th' field: the enemy is up still, And still in full design: Charge him again, Son, And either bring home that again thou hast lost there, Or leave thy body by him.

Dem. Ye raise me, And now I dare look up again, Leontius.

Leo. I, I, Sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em, To make all straight; and who we shall give to th' Devil. What saist thou now Lieutenant?

Lieu. I say nothing. Lord what ail I, that I have no mind to fight now? I find my constitution mightily alter'd Since I came home: I hate all noises too, Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well As any living man; why not as valiant? To fight now, is a kind of vomit to me, It goes against my stomach.

Dem. Good Sir, presently; You cannot doe your Son so fair a favour.

Ant. 'Tis my intent: I'le see ye march away too. Come, get your men together presently, Leontius, And press where please you, as you march.

Leo. We goe Sir.

Ant. Wait you on me, I'le bring ye to your command, And then to fortune give you up.

Dem. Ye love me. [Exit.

Leo. Goe, get the Drums, beat round, Lieutenant.

Lieu. Hark ye, Sir, I have a foolish business they call marriage.

Leo. After the wars are done.

Lieu. The partie staies Sir, I have giv'n the Priest his mony too: all my friends Sir, My Father, and my Mother.

Leo. Will you goe forward?

Lieu. She brings a pretty matter with her.

Leo. Half a dozen Bastards.

Lieu. Some fortie Sir.

Leo. A goodly competency.

Lieu. I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'le dispatch the matter, 'Tis but a night or two; I'le overtake ye Sir.

Leo. The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter?

Lieu. And if it be a boy, I'le even make bold Sir.

Leo. Away with your whore, A plague o' your whore, you damn'd Rogue, Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing?

Lieu. I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, He's a sufficient Gentleman.

Leo. Get forward.

Lieu. Only receive her portion.

Leo. Get ye forward; Else I'le bang ye forward.

Lieu. Strange Sir, A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty To doe the office of a man.

Leo. Shame light on thee, How came this whore into thy head?

Lieu. This whore Sir? 'Tis strange, a poor whore.

Leo. Do not answer me, Troop, Troop away; do not name this whore again, Or think there is a whore.

Lieu. That's very hard Sir.

Leo. For if thou dost, look to't, I'le have thee guelded, I'le walk ye out before me: not a word more. [Exeunt.