SCENA V.

Enter Leontius, and the 2 Gentlemen.

Leo. We must keep a round, and a strong watch to night, The Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning: But for the trick I told ye for this Rascal, This rogue, that health and strong heart makes a coward.

1 Gent. I, if it take.

Leo. Ne're fear it, the Prince has it, And if he let it fall, I must not know it; He will suspecl: me presently: but you two May help the plough.

2 Gent. That he is sick again.

Leo. Extreamly sick: his disease grown incurable, Never yet found, nor touch'd at.

Enter Lieutenant.

2 Gent. Well, we have it, And here he comes.

Leo. The Prince has been upon him, What a flatten face he has now? it takes, believe it; How like an Ass he looks?

Lieu. I feel no great pain, At least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly I grow extreamly faint: how cold I sweat now!

Leo. So, so, so.

Lieu. And now 'tis ev'n too true, I feel a pricking, A pricking, a strange pricking: how it tingles! And as it were a stitch too: the Prince told me, And every one cri'd out I was a dead man; I had thought I had been as well—

Leo. Upon him now Boys, And do it most demurely.

1 Gent. How now Lieutenant?

Lieu. I thank ye Gentlemen.

1 Gent. 'Life, how looks this man? How dost thou good Lieutenant?

2 Gent. I ever told ye This man was never cur'd, I see it too plain now; How do you feel your self? you look not perfect, How dull his eye hangs?

1 Gent. That may be discontent.

2 Gent. Believe me friend, I would not suffer now The tith of those pains this man feels; mark his forehead What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon't?

Lieu. I have it, Again I have it; how it grows upon me! A miserable man I am.

Leo. Ha, ha, ha, A miserable man thou shall be, This is the tamest Trout I ever tickl'd.

Enter 2 Physicians.

1 Phy. This way he went.

2 Phy. Pray Heaven we find him living, He's a brave fellow, 'tis pity he should perish thus.

1 Phy. A strong hearted man, and of a notable sufferance.

Lieu. Oh, oh.

1 Gent. How now? how is it man?

Lieu. Oh Gentlemen, Never so full of pain.

2 Gent. Did I not tell ye?

Lieu. Never so full of pain, Gentlemen.

1 Phy. He is here; How do you, Sir?

2 Phy. Be of good comfort, Souldier, The Prince has sent us to you.

Lieu. Do you think I may live?

2 Phy. He alters hourly, strangely.

1 Phy. Yes, you may live: but—

Leo. Finely butted, Doctor.

1 Gent. Do not discourage him.

1 Phy. He must be told truth, 'Tis now too late to trifle.

Enter Demetrius, and Gent.

2 Gent. Here the Prince comes.

Dem. How now Gentlemen?

2 Gent. Bewailing, Sir, a Souldier, And one I think, your Grace will grieve to part with, But every living thing—

Dem. 'Tis true, must perish, Our lives are but our marches to our graves, How dost thou now Lieutenant?

Lieu. Faith 'tis true, Sir, We are but spans, and Candles ends.

Leo. He's finely mortified.

Dem. Thou art heart whole yet I see he alters strangely, And that apace too; I saw it this morning in him, When he poor man, I dare swear—

Lieu. No believ't, Sir, I never felt it.

Dem. Here lies the pain now: how he is swel'd?

1 Phy. The Impostume Fed with a new malignant humour now, Will grow to such a bigness, 'tis incredible, The compass of a Bushel will not hold it. And with such a Hell of torture it will rise too—

Dem. Can you endure me touch it?

Lieu. Oh, I beseech you, Sir: I feel you sensibly ere you come near me.

Dem. He's finely wrought, he must be cut, no Cure else, And suddenly, you see how fast he blows out.

Lieu. Good Master Doctors, let me be beholding to you, I feel I cannot last.

2 Phy. For what Lieutenant?

Lieu. But ev'n for half a dozen Cans of good Wine, That I may drink my will out: I faint hideously. (men,

Dem. Fetch him some Wine; and since he must go Gentle—Why let him take his journey merrily.

Enter Servant with Wine.

Lieu. That's ev'n the nearest way.

Leo. I could laugh dead now.

Dem. Here, off with that.

Lieu. These two I give your Grace, A poor remembrance of a dying man, Sir, And I beseech you wear 'em out.

Dem._ I will Souldier, These are fine Legacies.

Lieu. Among the Gentlemen, Even all I have left; I am a poor man, naked, Yet something for remembra[n]ce: four a piece Gentlemen, And so my body where you please.

Leo. It will work.

Lieu. I make your Grace my Executor, and I beseech ye See my poor Will fulfill'd: sure I shall walk else.

Dem. As full as they can be fill'd, here's my hand, Souldier.

1 Gent. The Wine will tickle him.

Lieut. I would hear a Drum beat, But to see how I could endure it.

Dem. Beat a Drum there. [Drum within.

Lieu. Oh Heavenly Musick, I would hear one sing to't; I am very full of pain.

Dem. Sing? 'tis impossible.

Lieu. Why, then I would drink a Drum full: Where lies the Enemy?

2 Gent. Why, here close by.

Leo. Now he begins to muster.

Lieu. And dare he fight? Dare he fight Gentlemen?

1 Phy. You must not cut him: He's gone then in a moment; all the hope left, is To work his weakness into suddain anger, And make him raise his passion above his pain, And so dispose him on the Enemy; His body then, being stir'd with violence, Will purge it self and break the sore.

Dem. 'Tis true, Sir.

1 Phy. And then my life for his.

Lieu. I will not dye thus.

Dem. But he is too weak to do—

Lieu. Dye like a Dog?

2 Phy. I, he's weak, but yet he's heart whole.

Lieu. Hem.

Dem. An excellent sign.

Lieu. Hem.

Dem. Stronger still, and better.

Lieu. Hem, hem; ran, tan, tan, tan, tan. [Exit.

1 Phy. Now he's i'th' way on't.

Dem. Well go thy waies, thou wilt do something certain.

Leo. And some brave thing, or let mine ears be cut off. He's finely wrought.

Dem. Let's after him.

Leo. I pray, Sir; But how this Rogue, when this cloud's melted in him, And all discover'd—

Dem. That's for an after mirth, away, away, away. [Ex.