nransom'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, pre