Sol. Your friend, my lord? if he be your friend, h'as
Used us as ill. H' has played the devil amongst us:35
Six of our men are surgeons' work this month.
We found him climbing the walls.
2nd Sol. He had no word neither,
Nor any language but a blow.
Fre. You will be doing these wild things, my lord.
Good faith,40
Ye are to blame; if y' had desir'd to view the walls
Or trenches, 'twas but speaking: we are not nice.
I would myself have waited on you:
Th' are the new outworks you would see perchance.
Boy, bring me45
Black Tempest round about and the grey Barbary:
A trumpet come along too!
My lord, we'll take the nearer way and privater
Here through the sally-port.
Bren. What a devil is this?
Sure I dream.[Exeunt. Manent Guard
Sol. Now you are so officious!50
2nd Sol. Death! could I guess he was a friend?
Sol. 'Twas ever to be thought: how should he come
There else?
2nd Sol. Friend or no friend, he might have left us
Something to pay the surgeon with. Grant me that,
Or I'll beat you to't.[Exeunt55
Scene II
Enter Fresolin and Brennoralt
Fre. Brennoralt,
Start not: I pay thee back a life I owe thee,
And bless my stars they gave me power to do't;
The debt lay heavy on me.
A horse waits you there, a trumpet too, which you5
May keep, lest he should prate. No ceremony,
'Tis dangerous.
Bren. Thou hast astonish'd me:
Thy youth hath triumphed in one single act
O'er all the age can boast; and I will stay
To tell thee so, were they now firing all10
Their cannons on me. Farewell! gallant Fresolin,
And may reward, great as thy virtue, crown thee
