Beaumont Fletchers Works, vol 2 | Page 4

ones 'gainst the Sun, And found 'em right; next
teacheth 'em to prey, How to command on wing, and check below her
Even Birds of noble plume; I am your own, Sir, You have found my
spirit, try it now, and teach it To stoop whole Kingdoms: leave a little
for me: Let not your glory be so greedy, Sir, To eat up all my hopes;
you gave me life, If to that life you add not what's more lasting A noble
name, for man, you have made a shadow: Bless me this day: bid me go
on, and lead, Bid me go on, no less fear'd, than Antigonus, And to my
maiden sword, tye fast your fortune: I know 'twill fight it self then: dear
Sir, honour me: Never fair Virgin long'd so.

Ant. Rise, and command then, And be as fortunate, as I expect ye: I
love that noble will; your young companions Bred up and foster'd with
ye, I hope Demetrius, You will make souldiers too: they must not leave
ye.
Enter Leontius.
2 Gent. Never till life leave us, Sir.
Ant. O Leontius, Here's work for you in hand.
Leon. I am ev'n right glad, Sir. For by my troth, I am now grown old
with idleness; I hear we shall abroad, Sir.
Ant. Yes, and presently, But who think you commands now?
Leon. Who commands, Sir? Methinks mine eye should guide me: can
there be (If you your self will spare him so much honour) Any found
out to lead before your Armies, So full of faith, and fire, as brave
Demetrius? King Philips Son, at his years was an old Souldier, 'Tis
time his Fortune be o' wing, high time, Sir, So many idle hours, as here
he loyters, So many ever-living names he loses, I hope 'tis he.
Ant. 'Tis he indeed, and nobly He shall set forward: draw you all those
Garrisons Upon the frontiers as you pass: to those Joyn these in pay at
home, our ancient souldiers, And as you go press all the Provinces.
Leo. We shall not [need]; Believe, this hopefull Gentleman Can want
no swords, nor honest hearts to follow him, We shall be full, no fear
Sir.
Ant. You Leontius, Because you are an old and faithfull servant, And
know the wars, with all his vantages, Be near to his instructions, lest his
youth Lose valours best companion, staid discretion, Shew where to
lead, to lodge, to charge with safetie; In execution not to break, nor
scatter, But with a provident anger, follow nobly: Not covetous of
blood, and death, but honour, Be ever near his watches; cheer his
labours, And where his hope stands fair, provoke his valour; Love him,

and think it no dishonour (my Demetrius) To wear this Jewel near thee;
he is a tri'd one, And one that even in spight of time, that sunk him,
And frosted up his strength, will yet stand by thee, And with the
proudest of thine Enemies Exchange for bloud, and bravely: take his
Counsel.
Leo. Your grace hath made me young again, and wanton.
Ant. She must be known and suddenly: Do ye know her? [to Minippus.
Gent. Char. No, believe Sir.
Ant. Did you observe her, Timon?
Tim. I look'd on her, But what she is--
Ant. I must have that found. Come in and take your leave.
Tim. And some few Prayers along.
Dem. I know my duty, [Exit Ant. You shall be half my Father.
Leo. All your Servant: Come Gentlemen, you are resolv'd I am sure To
see these wars.
1 Gent. We dare not leave his fortunes, Though most assur'd death
hung round about us.
Leo..= That bargain's yet to make; Be not too hasty, when ye face the
Enemie, Nor too ambitious to get honour instantly, But charge within
your bounds, and keep close bodies, And you shall see what sport we'l
make these mad-caps; You shall have game enough, I warrant ye,
Every mans Cock shall fight.
Dem. I must go see Sir: Brave Sir, as soon as I have taken leave, I'le
meet you in the park; Draw the men thither, Wait you upon Leontius.
Gen. We'l attend Sir.

Leo. But I beseech your Grace, with speed; the sooner We are i'th'
field.--
Dem. You could not please me better. [Exit.
Leo. You never saw the wars yet?
Gent. Not yet Colonel.
Leo. These foolish Mistresses do so hang about ye, So whimper, and so
hug, I know it Gentlemen, And so intice ye, now ye are i'th' bud; And
that sweet tilting war, with eyes and kisses, Th' alarms of soft vows,
and sighs, and fiddle faddles, Spoils all our trade: you must forget these
knick knacks, A woman at some time of year, I grant ye She is