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250 Sol. Your friend, my lord? if he be your friend, h'as

Used us as ill. H' has played the devil amongst us:

Six of our men are surgeons' work this month.

We found him climbing the walls.

2nd Sol. He had no word neither,

Nor any language but a blow.

Fre. You will be doing these wild things, my lord.

Good faith,

Ye are to blame; if y' had desir'd to view the walls

Or trenches, 'twas but speaking: we are not nice.

I would myself have waited on you:

Th' are the new outworks you would see perchance.

Boy, bring me

Black Tempest round about and the grey Barbary:

A trumpet come along too!

My lord, we'll take the nearer way and privater

Here through the sally-port.

Bren. What a devil is this?

Sure I dream.

Sol. Now you are so officious!

2nd Sol. Death! could I guess he was a friend?

Sol. 'Twas ever to be thought: how should he come

There else?

2nd Sol. Friend or no friend, he might have left us

Something to pay the surgeon with. Grant me that,

Or I'll beat you to't.

Fre. Brennoralt,

Start not: I pay thee back a life I owe thee,

And bless my stars they gave me power to do't;

The debt lay heavy on me.

A horse waits you there, a trumpet too, which you

May keep, lest he should prate. No ceremony,

'Tis dangerous.

Bren. Thou hast astonish'd me:

Thy youth hath triumphed in one single act

O'er all the age can boast; and I will stay

To tell thee so, were they now firing all

Their cannons on me. Farewell! gallant Fresolin,

And may reward, great as thy virtue, crown thee!