Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.

ACT 3. SCEN. 3.

Enter Phylanter, Lycespes.

Phyl.

THe intelligence is certain they are here, At an old Ladies, and all hurt; we can∣not misse them.

Lyc.

Those that I left preparing now come up Make us 400. strong, your father too Follows with more.

Phy.

We must attempt them (though) before relief Can possibly arrive from any place, And if we take him we are sure to make Our own conditions, the best we can expect: Our resolutions arm us for the rest.

Lyc.

We are prepared and I believe there's few, That serve you, question policy or danger.

Phy.

Ye nobly all oblige me, and for your sakes I could even wish I never had attempted What I must scorn now meanly to repent of But ill intents when they least prosper Then mu••t be most persued, to reach again Our first condition,

Lyc.

Nay Sir, I think it were no harm, To wish us fairly off.

Phyl.

I would we were, but I am arm'd; To dye I fear not, and yet I would Fall with some pretty character about me, At least I'le make the Kingdom joy It had so brave a spirit, and like Rome glory (In spight of fame) in Catiline who died At once men's envie, and her pride,

Lyc.

VVe must loose no time Sir, the night Conceales us, and as yet perhaps They have had no intelligence, The house is neer at hand—shall we parly?

Phyl.

'Tis the best way to find their confidence Nor can it be a prejudice to us; we traffick now Onely for what we'ave lost: "If we survive "We'le find at least a nobler way to thrive.

[Exeunt.