else
A harder task, than Courting a coy Beauty.

_Ant._ Look out and then believe.

_Sce._ No, no, hang danger:
Take me provoking broth, and then goe to her:
Goe to your Love, and let her feel your valour;
Charge her whole body, when the sword's in your throat (Sir,)
You may cry, _Caesar_, and see if that will help ye.

_Caesar_. I'le be my self again, and meet their furies,
Meet, and consume their mischiefs: make some shift, _Sceva_,
To recover the Fleet, and bring me up two Legions,
And you shall see me, how I'le break like thunder
Amongst these beds of slimy Eeles, and scatter 'em.

_Sce._ Now ye speak sense I'le put my life to the hazard,
Before I goe No more of this warm Lady,
She will spoil your sword-hand.

_Caesar_. Goe: come, let's to Counsel
How to prevent, and then to execute.

SCENA III.

_Enter_ Souldiers.

_1 Sold._ Did ye see this Penitence?

_2 Sold._ Yes: I saw, and heard it.

_3 Sold._ And I too: look'd upon him, and observ'd it,
He's the strangest _Septimus_ now--

_1 Sold._ I heard he was altered,
And had given away his Gold to honest uses:
Cry'd monstrously.

_2 Sold._ He cryes abundantly:
He is blind almost with weeping.

_3 Sold._ 'Tis most wonderfull
That a hard hearted man, and an old Souldier
Should have so much kind moisture: when his Mother dy'd
He laugh'd aloud, and made the wickedst Ballads--

_1 Sold._ 'Tis like enough: he never lov'd his parents;
Nor can I blame him, for they ne'r lov'd him.
His Mother dream'd before she was deliver'd
That she was brought abed with a Buzzard, and ever after
She whistl'd him up to th' world: his brave clothes too
He has flung away, and goes like one of us now:
Walks with his hands in's pockets, poor and sorrowfull,
And gives the best instructions.--

_2 Sold._ And tells stories
Of honest and good people that were honour'd
And how they were remembred: and runs mad
If he but hear of any ungratefull person,
A bloudy, or betraying man--

_3 Sold._ If it be possible
That an Arch-Villain may ever be recovered,
This penitent Rascal will put hard: 'twere worth our labour
To see him once again.

_Enter_ Septimius.

_1 Sold._ He spares us that labour,
For here he comes.

_Sep._--Bless ye my honest friends,
Bless ye from base unworthy men; come not near me,
For I am yet too taking for your company.

_1 Sold._ Did