Nor am I by his ill success deterr'd,
I rather feel a strong desire that sways me
To follow his profession, and if Heaven
Hath mark'd me out to be a man, how proud,
In the service of my Country, should I be,
To trail a Pike under your brave command!
There, I would follow you as a guide to honour,
Though all the horrours of the War made up
To stop my passage.

_Jam_.

Thou art a hopeful Boy,
And it was bravely spoken: For this answer,
I love thee more than ever.

_Mil_.

Pity such seeds
Of promising courage should not grow and prosper.

_Ang_.

What ever his reputed Parents be,
He hath a mind that speaks him right and noble.

_Lean_.

You make him blush; it needs not sweet _Ascanio_,
We may hear praises when they are deserv'd,