_1 Em._ Thus I fling it:
And fair ey'd peace, farewel.

_Ant._ You have your answer;
Conduct out the Embassadours, and give 'em Convoyes.

_Dem._ Tell your high hearted Masters, they shall not seek us,
Nor cool i'th' field in expectation of us,
We'l ease your men those marches: In their strengths,
And full abilities of mind and courage,
We'l find 'em out, and at their best trim buckle with 'em.

_3 Em._ You will find so hot a Souldier's welcome, Sir,
Your favour shall not freeze.

_2 Em._ A forward Gentleman,
Pity the Wars should bruise such hopes--

_Ant._ Conduct em-- [_Ex._ Em.
Now, for this preparation: where's _Leontius_?
Call him in presently: for I mean in person Gentlemen
My self, with my old fortune--

_Dem._ Royal Sir:
Thus low I beg this honour: fame already
Hath every where rais'd Trophies to your glory,
And conquest now grown old, and weak with following
The weary marches and the bloody shocks
You daily set her in: 'tis now scarce honour