The humorous lieutenant, or, Generous enemies a comedy as it is now acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.

Scaene. 4.

Enter Antigonus, Tymon, Lords, and a Souldier.

Ant.

No face of sorrow for this loss? 'twill choak him, Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd, That the least adding to it, adds to his ruin; His loss is not so insinite, I hope Souldier.

Soul.

Faith neither great, nor out of discretion, the young men out of heat.

Enter Demetrius, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and Lieutenant.

Ant.

I guess the manner.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 Men.

The Prince and't like your Grace—s.

Ant.

You are welcome home Sir; Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune, And I my self have trid the like: clear up man, I will not have ye take it thus if I doubted. Your fear had lost; and that you had turn'd your back to 'em, Basely besought their mercies—

Leo.

No, no, by this hand Sir,

We fought like honest and tall men.

Ant.

I know't Leontius; or if I thought Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye, Or too vain-glorious appetite of fame, Your men forgot, and scatter'd—

Leo.

None of these Sir, He shew'd himself a noble gentleman, Every way apt to rule.

Ant.

These being granted; Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? I have lost a Battel.

Leo.

I, and fought it hard too.

Ant.

With as much means as Man—

Leo.

Or Devil could urge it.

Ant.

Twenty to one of our side now.

Leo.

Turn Tables, Beaten like Dogs again, like Owles, you take it To heart for flying but a Mile before 'em, And to say truth, 'twas no flight neither Sir, 'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk, I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish, And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver, Blouded and bang'd, almost a day before 'em, And glad I have got off then. Here's a Mad Shaver, He sights his share I am sure, when e're he comes to't; Yet I have seen him trip it titely too, And cry, the Devil take the hindmost.

Lieu.

I learn'd it of my betters.

Leo.

Budge at this?

Ant.

Has Fortune but one Face;

Lieu.

In her best Vizard, methinks she looks but Lowzily.

Ant.

Chance, though she faint now, And sink below our expectations, Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her?

Dem.

'Tis not this day, I sled before the Enemy, And lost my People, left mine honour murder'd, My Mayden honour, never to be ransom'd, (Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible) Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these, Time may turn straight again, experience perfect, And new Swords, cut new ways to nobler Fortunes. O have lost—

Ant.

As you are mine forget it: I do not think it loss.

Demet.

O Sir, forgive me,

I have lost my Friends, those worthy Soules bred with me, I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me; I have lost all Arts, my Schooles are taken from me, Honour and Armes, no emulation left me: I liv'd to see these Men lost, look'd upon it: These Men that twin'd their loves to mine, their 〈◊〉〈◊〉, O shame of shames, I saw, and could not save 'em, This carries Sulphure in't, this burnes and boyles me, And like a fatal Tombe bestrides my Memory.

Antig.

This was hard fortune, but if alive and taken, They shall be ransom'd; let it be at Millions.

Dem.

They are dead, they are dead.

Lieu.

When would he weep for me thus? I may be dead, and Powder'd.

Leo.

Good Prince, grieve not: we are not certain of their Deaths: the Enemy, though he be hot and keen, yet holds good Quarter. What Noise is this?

Great Shout within, Enter Gentlemen.

Lieu.

He does not follow us? Give me a Steeple top.

Leo.

They live, they live, Sir.

Ant.

Hold up your Manly Face; They live, they'r here Son.

Dem.

These are the Men.

1 Gent.

They are, and live to honour ye.

Dem.

How scap't ye, noble Friends? methought I saw ye Even in the jaws of Death.

2 Gent.

Thanks to our folly, That spurr'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't, And ev'n beyond the hand of succour beaten, Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then Sir, Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell Toll, And see the Grave a digging, tell.

Dem.

For Heaven sake Delude mine eyes no longer: How came ye off?

1 Gent.

Against all expectation: the brave 〈◊〉〈◊〉, I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue, When, through the Troops, he saw you shoot like Lightning; And at your Manly Courage all took sire, And after that, the Misery we fell too, The never-certain fate of War considering, As we stood all before him, Fortunes ruines, Nothing but Death expecting, a short time He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes, Then with an eye of Mercy inform'd his judgment, How yet unripe we were, unblown, unharden'd, Unsitted for such fatal ends; he cry'd out to us,

Go, Gentlemen, commend me to your Master, To the most high, and Powerful Prince 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Tell him, the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he showed against me This day, the Virgin-valour, and true sire Deserves, even from an Enemy, this Courtesie; Your Lives and Armes freely I'll give 'em: than him, And thus we are return'd, Sir.

Leo.

Faith 'twas well done; 'Twas bravely done; Was't not a noble part, Sir?

Lieu.

Had I been there, up had I gone, I am sure on't; These noble tricks, I never durst trust 'em yet.

Leo.

Let me not live, and wer't not a famed honesty, It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish Heaven, But ee'n the happiness, ee'n that poor Blessing, For all the sharp 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou hast sent me, But ee'n i'th' head o'th' Field to take Seleucus. I should do somewhat memorable: 〈◊〉〈◊〉, sad still.

1 Gent,

Do you grieve we are come off?

Dem.

Unransom'd was it?

2 Gent.

It was Sir.

Dem.

And with such a fame to me? Said ye not so?

Leo.

Ye have heard it.

Dem.

O Leonitus, Better I had lost 'em all: my self had perish'd And all my Father's hopes.

Leo.

Mercy upon ye, What ayle ye, Sir? 'Death, do not make sools 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Neither go to Chuech, nor tarry at home, That's a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Horn-pipe?

Ant.

What's now your Grief, Demetrius?

Dem.

Did he not beat us twice?

Leo.

He beat a Pudding; Beat us but once.

Dem.

'Has beat me twice, and beat me to a Coward, Beat me to nothing.

Lieu.

Is not the Devil in him?

Leo.

I pray it be not worse.

Dem.

Twice conquer'd me.

Leo.

Bear Witness all the World, I am a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 here.

Dem.

With valour 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he strook me, then with honour: That stroak Leontius, that stroak, do'st thou not feel it?

Leo.

Where abouts was it? for I remember nothing yet.

Dem.

All these Gentlemen that were his Prisoners—

Leo.

He set 'em free, Sir, with Armes and Honour.

Dem.

There, there, now thou hast it At mine own Weapon, Courtesie, h'as beaten me, At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me, Hotter then all the dint oth' sight he has charg'd me: Am I not now a wretched Fellow? think on't; And when thou hast examin'd all ways honourable, And find'st no door left open to requite this, Conclude I am a Wretch, and was twice beaten.

Ant.

I have observ'd your way, and understand if, And equal love it as 〈◊〉〈◊〉, My noble Childe, thou shalt not fall in Vertue, I and my Power will sink first: you Leontius, Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out again, And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here, Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye, Before ye be i'th' field: the enemy is up still, And still in full design: Charge him again, Son, And either bring home that again thou hast lost there, Or leave thy body by him.

Dem.

Ye raise me, And now I dare look up again, Leontius.

Leo.

I, I, Sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em, To make all straight; and who we shall give to th' devil. What saist thou now Lieutenant?

Lieu.

I say nothing. Lord what aile I, that I have no mind to sight now? I find my constitution mightily alter'd Since I came home: I hate all noises too, Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well As any living man; why not as valiant? To fight now, is a kind of vomit to me, It goes against my stomach.

Dem.

Good Sir, presently; You cannot do your Son, so fair a favour.

Ant.

'Tis my intent: I'll see ye march away too; Come, get your men together presently, Leontius, And press where please you, as you march.

Leo.

We go Sir.

Ant.

Wait you on me, I'll bring ye to your command, And then to fortune give you up.

Dem.

Ye love me.

Exit.

Leo.

Go, get the drums, beat round, Lieutenant.

Lieu.

Hark ye Sir, I have a foolish business they call marriage.

Leo.

After the wars are done.

Lieu.

The partie staies Sir,

I have giv'n the Priest his money too: all my friends Sir, My father and my mother.

Leo.

Will you go forward?

Lieu.

She brings a pretty matter with her.

Leo.

Half a dozen Bastards.

Lieu.

Some sorry Sir.

Leo.

A goodly 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Lieu.

I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'll dispatch the matter, 'Tis but a night 〈◊〉〈◊〉 two; I'll overtake ye Sir.

Leo.

The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter?

Lieu.

And if it be a boy, I'll even make bold Sir.

Leo.

Away with your Whore, A plague o' your Whore, you damn'd rogue, Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing?

Lieu.

I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, He's a sufficient gentleman.

Leo.

Get forward.

Lieu.

Only receive her portion.

Leo.

Get ye forward; Else I'll bang ye forward.

Lieu.

Strang Sir, A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty To do the office of a man.

Leo.

Shame light on thee, How came this Whore into thy head?

Lieu.

This Whore Sir? 'Tis strange, a poor whore.

Leo.

Do not answer me: Troop, Troop away: do not name this whore again, Or think there is a whore.

Lieu.

That's very hard Sir.

Leo.

For if thou dost, look too't, I'll have thee guelded, I'll walk ye out before me: not a word more.

Exit.