Scene 15.
Enter the General, and Affectionata.
LOrd Singularity.
Affectionata, Were you never bred to the Discipline of War?
Affectionata.
Never, my Lord, but what I have been since I came to you.
Lord Singularity.
Why, thou didst speak at the Council of War, as if thou hadst been an old experienced souldier, having had the practice of fourty years, which did so astonish the grave Senators and old Souldiers, that they grew dumb, and for a while did only gaze on thee.
Affectionata.
Indeed, my Lord, my young years, and your grave Counsel did not suit together.
Lord Singularity.
But let me tell thee, my boy, thy rational and wise spee∣ches, and that grave counsels was not mis-match'd.
Affectionata.
Pray Heaven I may prove so, as your favours, and your love may not be thought misplaced.
Lord Singularity.
My Love thinks thee worthy of more than I can give thee, had I more power than Caesar had.
Exeunt.