Her.  I must begin then with a War was made
And seven years with all cruelty continued
Upon our Flanders by the Duke of Brabant,
The cause grew thus:  during our Earls minority,
Wolfort, (who now usurps) was employed thither
To treat about a match between our Earl
And the Daughter and Heir of Brabant:  during which treaty
The Brabander pretends, this Daughter was
Stoln from his Court, by practice of our State,
Though we are all confirm’d, ’twas a sought quarrel
To lay an unjust gripe upon this Earldom,
It being here believ’d the Duke of Brabant
Had no such loss.  This War upon’t proclaimed,
Our Earl, being then a Child, although his Father
Good Gerrard liv’d, yet in respect he was
Chosen by the Countesses favour, for her Husband,
And but a Gentleman, and Florez holding
His right unto this Country from his Mother,
The State thought fit in this defensive War,
Wolfort being then the only man of mark,
To make him General.

Mer.  Which place we have heard He did discharge with ho[n]our.

Her.  I, so long,
And with so blest successes, that the Brabander
Was forc’t (his treasures wasted, and the choice
Of his best men of Armes tyr’d, or cut off)
To leave the field, and sound a base retreat
Back to his Country:  but so broken both
In mind and means, er’e to make head again,
That hitherto he sits down by his loss,
Not daring, or for honour, or revenge
Again to tempt his fortune.  But this Victory
More broke our State, and made a deeper hurt
In Flanders, than the greatest overthrow
She ever receiv’d:  For Wolfort, now beholding
Himself, and actions, in the flattering glass
Of self-deservings, and that cherish’t by
The strong assurance of his power, for then
All Captains of the Army were his creatures,
The common Souldier too at his devotion,
Made so by full indulgence to their rapines
And secret bounties, this strength too well known
And what it could effect, soon put in practice,
As further’d by the Child-hood of the Earl: 
And their improvidence, that might have pierc’t
The heart of his designs, gave him occasion
To seize the whole, and in that plight you find it.

Mer.  Sir, I receive the knowledge of thus much, As a choice favour from you.

Her.  Only I must add, Bruges holds out.

Mer.  Whither, Sir, I am going, For there last night I had a ship put in, And my Horse waits me. [Exit.

Her.  I wish you a good journey.

Enter Wolfort, Hubert.

Wol.  What? Hubert stealing from me? who disarm’d him? 
It was more than I commanded; take your sword,
I am best guarded with it in your hand,
I have seen you use it nobly.