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She loves magnificence.— (Discovering among the croud Old Geoffry.) Ha! art thou here, old remnant of the wars? Thou art not come to see this courtly show, Which sets the young agape?

Geof. I came not for the show; and yet, methinks, It were a better jest upon me still, If thou didst truly know mine errand here.

Cit. I pri'thee say.

Geof.What, must I tell it thee? As o'er my ev'ning fire I musing sat Some few days since, my mind's eye backward turn'd Upon the various changes I have pass'd— How in my youth with gay attire allur'd, And all the grand accoutrements of war, I left my peaceful home: Then my first battles, When clashing arms, and sights of blood were new: Then all the after chances of the war; Ay, and that field, a well-fought field it was, When with this arm (I speak not of it oft) (Pointing to his empty sleeve.) Which now thou seest is no arm of mine, In a straight pass I stopp'd a thousand foes, And turn'd my flying comrades to the charge; For which good service, in his tented court, My prince bestow'd a mark of favour on me: Whilst his fair consort, seated by his side, The fairest lady e'er mine eyes beheld, Gave me what more than all besides I priz'd, Methinks I see her still! a gracious smile;