Gaspero: 

      Stand by all, save the two Competitors.

Possenne: 

      My Lords, how much your Countrey owes you both,
      The due reward of your desertful glories
      Must to Posterity remain:  but yet
      Since, by our Law, one only can make claim
      To the proposed honours which you both
      (It seems) have truly merited, take leave
      Freely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.

Porphycio: 

      Wherein priority of voice is granted,
      Lord Cassilanes to you; for that your rare
      And long experience in the Course of War,
      As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge
      Of Order and Civility, for that
      You are your brave Opponents worthy Father. 
      Say, Country-men, are you content?

Souldiers: 

      I, I.

Cassilanes: 

      Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfit
      It is for me, that all my life time have
      Been practis’d in the School of Bloud, and Slaughter
      To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel,
      Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitcht
      Another, and another field, like that
      Which, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter’d,
      Defeated, and made nothing, then the man
      That had a heart to think he could but follow
      (For equal me he should not) through the lanes
245] Of danger and amazement, might in that
      That only of but following me, be happy,
      Reputed worthy to be made my Rival;
      For ’tis not, Lords, unknown to those about me,
      (My fellow Souldiers) first, with what a confidence
      I led them on to fight, went on still, and
      As if I could have been a second Nature,
      As well in heartening them by my example,
      As by my exhortation, I gave life
      To quicken courage, to inflame revenge,
      To heighten resolution; in a word,
      To out-doe action:  It boots not to discover,
      How that young man, who was not fledg’d nor skill’d
      In Martial play, was even as ignorant
      As childish:  But I list not to disparage
      His non-ability:  The signal given
      Of Battel, when our enemies came on,
      (Directed more by fury, than by warrant
      Of Policy and Stratagem) I met them,
      I in the fore-front of the Armies met them;
      And as if this old weather-beaten body
      Had been compos’d of cannon-proof, I stood
      The volleys of their shot.  I, I my self
      Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes: 
      But when we came to handy-stroaks, as often
      As I lent blows, so often I gave wounds,
      And every wound a death.  I may be bold
      To justifie a truth, this very sword
      Of mine slew more than any twain besides: