All that you hold here of command, and what
Your fortune in this Sigismund has suffer'd,
Repair, and make it fairer than at first.
Bren. How?35
Than nothing? Lord! trifle below ill language!
How came it in thy heart to tempt my honour?
Trock. My lord?
Bren. Dost think, 'cause I am angry with
The king and state sometimes, I am fallen out
With virtue and myself?40
Draw! draw! or by goodness
Trock. What means your lordship?
Bren. Draw, I say!
He that would think me a villain, is one; and I
Do wear this toy to purge the world of such.45
Enter King of Poland, Lords, Melidor, Miesta
They've sav'd thee. Wert thou good-natur'd,
Thou wouldst love the king the better during life.
King. If they be just, they call for gracious answers;
Speedy, howe'er, we promise.[They all kiss the King's hand
All. Long live great Sigismund!50
Bren. The Lithuanians, sir,
Are of the wilder sort of creatures, must
Be rid with cavilons and with harsh curbs.
And, since the war can only make them tried,
What can be used but swords? where men have fall'n55
From not respecting royalty, unto
A liberty of offending it, what though
Their numbers possibly equal yours, sir;
And now, forc'd by necessity, like cats
In narrow rooms, they fly up in your face?60
Think you rebellion and loyalty
Are empty names? and that in subjects' hearts
They don't both give and take away the courage?
Shall we believe there is no difference
In good and bad? that there's no punishment65
Or no protection? forbid it, heaven!
If, when great Poland's honour, safety too,
Hangs in dispute, we should not draw our swords,
Why were we ever taught to wear 'em, sir?
Mi. This late commotion in your kingdom, sir,70
Is like a growing wen upon the face,
