The Mad Lover Part 5

_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.