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But resolution executes. I use not,
Before this royal presence, these fit slights,"
By many hands:-for instance, here is Prophilus,
Of much desert; and, though in other rank,
Hem. With all diligence.
Gron. Obsequiously and hourly.
After these toils is needful. We must think on
Euph. Sir, with your favour,
I need not a supporter.
Pro. Fate instructs me.
[Exit Amyc. attended; ITH. CAL. &c.—AS CHRIS. and PHIL. are following CAL. they are detained by HEM. and GRON.
These fit slights.] i. e. these trifling services, to which I have adapted the slight or humble language which becomes them. It is the modesty of Ithocles which speaks.
Chris. With me?
Phil. Indeed I dare not stay.
Chris. Fye, this is rudeness;
Gron. Spirit of valour
Is of a mounting nature.
Phil. It appears so.
Pray [now], in earnest, how many men apiece
Gron. 'Faith, not many;
We were composed of mercy.
You heard the general's approbation
Chris. You" wish'd your country's peace;" That show'd your charity: where are your spoils, Such as the soldier fights for?
Phil. They are coming.
Chris. By the next carrier, are they not?
When I was in the thickest of mine enemies,
Phil. And all together.
Gron. Then I would with a sigh remember thee,
"dear Philema, 'tis for thy sake
I do these deeds of wonder!"-dost not love me, With all thy heart now?
Phil. Now, as heretofore.
I have not put my love to use; the principal
Phil. By Vulcan, you're foresworn, Except my mind do alter strangely.
Gron. One word.
Chris. You lie beyond all modesty ;-forbear
Hem. I'll make thee mistress of a city, 'tis
Mine own by conquest.
Chris. By petition;-sue for't
In forma pauperis." City?" kennel.-Gallants!
Chris. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the acorns.-Soldiers! corncutters, But not so valiant; they oft times draw blood, Which you durst never do. When you have prac
tis'd More wit, or more civility, we'll rank you I' th' list of men; till then, brave things at arms, Dare not to speak to us,—most potent Groneas! Phil. And Hemophil the hardy-at your services. [Exeunt CHRIS. and PHIL. Gron. They scorn us as they did before we went. Hem. Hang them, let us scorn them; and be revenged.
Gron. Shall we?
Hem. We will; and when we slight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow us; It is a woman's nature.
Gron. 'Tis a scurvy one.
The Gardens of the Palace.
Enter TECNICUS, and ORGILUS, disguised, like one of his Scholars.
Tec. Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play
With the severity of fate; this change
Down to thy thoughts: in thy aspèct I note
Org. Give me leave,
Grave Tecnicus, without foredooming destiny,
Tec. Ah, Orgilus,
Neglects in young men of delights and life,
At odds with nature, that I grudge the thrift
Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee!
Org. I to contemplations,
In these delightful walks.-Thus metamorphosed,
Themselves are not secure.] i. e. sure, certain: they cannot depend on the results of their own omniscience in these inquiries.