More clearly still, proclaims it; yet with the others
Thou minglest and art silent?

_Pergola._ Vanquished men
Have nought to say, O captain.

_Count._ This ill-fortune
Thou bearest so, that thou dost show thyself
Worthy a better. What's thy name?

_Pergola._ A name
Whose fame 't were hard to greaten, and that lays
On him who bears it a great obligation.
Pergola is my name.

_Count._ What! thou 'rt the son
Of that brave man?
_Pergola._ I am he.

_Count._ Come, embrace
Thy father's ancient friend! Such as thou art
That I was when I knew him first. Thou bringest
Happy days back to me! the happy days Of hope.
And take thou heart! Fortune did give
A happier beginning unto me;
But fortune's promises are for the brave.
And soon or late she keeps them. Greet for me
Thy father, boy, and say to him that I
Asked it not of thee, but that I was sure
This battle was not of his choosing.