Leo.  Let me not live, and’t were not a famed honesty; It takes me such a tickling way:  now would I wish Heaven, But e’n the happiness, e’n that poor blessing For all the sharp afflictions thou hast sent me, But e’n i’th’ head o’th’ field, to take Seleucus.  I should do something memorable:  fie, 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 Leontius!  Better I had lost ’em all:  my self had perish’d, And all my Fathers hopes.

Leo.  Mercy upon you; What ails you, Sir?  Death, do not make fools on’s, Neither go to Church, nor tarry at home, That’s a fine 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.  H’as 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 no worse.

Dem.  Twice conquer’d me.

Leo.  Bear witness all the world, I am a Dunce here.

Dem.  With valour first he struck me, then with honour, That stroak Leontius, that stroak, dost thou not feel it?

Leo.  Whereabouts was it? for I remember nothing yet.

Dem.  All these Gentlemen That were his Prisoners—­

Leo.  Yes, he set ’em free, Sir, With Arms and honour.

Dem.  There, there, now thou hast it;
At mine own weapon, Courtesie has beaten me,
At that I was held a Master in, he has cow’d me,
Hotter than all the dint o’th’ Fight he has charg’d me: 
Am I not now a wretched fellow? think on’t;
And when thou hast examin’d all wayes honorable,
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 it,
And equal love it as Demetrius,
My noble child 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 ail I, that I have no mind to fight 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.