Dem.  O Sir, forgive me,
I have lost my friends, those worthy Souls bred with me,
I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me: 
I have lost all Arts, my Schools are taken from me,
Honour and Arms, 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 vertues;
O shame of shames!  I saw and could not save ’em,
This carries Sulphur in’t, this burns, and boils me,
And like a fatal Tomb, bestrides my memory.

Ant.  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 wou’d 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 are here, Son.

Dem.  These are the men.

1 Gent.  They are, and live to honour ye.

Dem.  How ’scap’d ye noble friends? methought I saw ye Even in the Jaws of Death.

2 Gent.  Thanks to our folly, That spur’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 knoll, And see the Grave a digging, tell.

Dem.  For Heavens sake Delude mine Eyes no longer! how came ye off?

1 Gent.  Against all expectation, the brave Seleucus,
I think this day enamour’d on your Vertue,
When, through the Troops, he saw ye shoot like lightning;
And at your manly courage all took fire;
And after that, the misery we fell to
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,
Unfitted for such fatal ends; he cryed out to us,
Go Gentlemen, commend me to your Master,
To the most High, and Hopeful Prince, Demetrius;
Tell him the Valour that he showed against me
This day, the Virgin Valour, and true fire,
Deserves even from an Enemy this courtesie;
Your Lives, and Arms freely.  I’ll give ’em:  thank 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.