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_Chi._ Weigh but the Souldiers poverty.
_Mem._ Mine own Troop first For they shall die.
_Chi._ How, what's this?
_Mem._ Next--
_Chi._ Shall I speak louder, Sir?
_Mem._ A square Battalia--
_Chi._ You do not think of us.
_Mem._ Their Armours gilded--
_Chi._ Good n.o.ble Sir.
_Mem._ And round about such Engines Shall make h.e.l.l shake.
_Chi._ Ye do not mock me.
_Mem._ For, Sir, I will be strong, as brave--
_Chi._ Ye may consider, You know we have serv'd you long enough.
_Mem._ No Souldier That ever landed on the blest _Elyzium_ Did or shall march, as I will.
_Chi._ Would ye would march, Sir, Up to the King and get us--
_Mem._ King nor _Keiser_ Shall equal me in that world.
_Chi._ What a Devil ails he?
_Mem._ Next, the rare beauties of those Towns I fir'd.
_Chi._ I speak of money, Sir.
_Mem._ Ten thousand Coaches--
_Chi._ O pounds, Sir, pounds I beseech your Lords.h.i.+p, Let Coaches run out of your remembrance.
_Mem._ In which the wanton _Cupids_, and the Graces Drawn with the Western winds kindling desires, And then our Poets--
_Chi._ Then our pay.
_Mem._ For _Chilax_ when the triumph comes; the Princess Then, for I will have a Heaven made--
_Chi._ Bless your Lords.h.i.+p!
Stand still, Sir.
_Mem._ So I do, and in it--
_Chi._ Death Sir, You talk you know not what.
_Mem._ Such rare devices: Make me I say a Heaven.
_Chi._ I say so too, Sir.
_Mem._ For here shall run a Constellation.
_Chi._ And there a p.i.s.sing Conduit.
_Mem._ Ha!
_Chi._ With wine, Sir.
_Mem._ A Sun there in his height, there such a Planet.
_Chi._ But where's our money, where runs that?
_Mem._ Ha?
_Chi._ Money, Money an't like your Lords.h.i.+p.
_Mem._ Why all the carriage shall come behind, the stuff, Rich hangings, treasure; Or say we have none.
_Chi._ I may say so truly, For hang me if I have a Groat: I have serv'd well And like an honest man: I see no reason--
_Mem._ Thou must needs die good _Chilax_.
_Chi._ Very well, Sir.
_Mem._ I will have honest, valiant souls about me, I cannot miss thee.
_Chi._ Dye?
_Mem._ Yes die, and _Pelius_, _Eumenes_ and _Polybius_: I shall think Of more within these two hours.
_Chi._ Dye Sir?
_Mem._ I, Sir, And ye shall dye.
_Chi._ When, I beseech your Lords.h.i.+p?
_Mem._ To morrow see ye do dye.
_C[h]i._ A short warning, Troth, Sir, I am ill prepar'd.
