 which doth burn
    Too near my heart; and 'tis the first that ever
    Did scorch me there.

    +San.+ Madam, here's that brave soldier
    Which reinforc'd the army of Castile:
    His name as yet unknown.

    +Asc.+ And must be so.
    Nor did I merit name before this hour
    In which I serve your majesty. Enjoy
    The fortune of my sword, your liberty;
    And, since your rebel subjects have denied
    Obedience, here receive it from us strangers.

    +Queen.+ I know not, sir, to whom I owe the debt,
    But find how much I stand oblig'd.

    +Asc.+ You owe it
    To your own virtue, madam, and that care
    Heaven had to keep part of itself on earth
    Unruin'd. When I saw the soldier fly,
    Sent hither from Castile to force your rescue,
    Their general hurt almost to death, I urg'd
    Them with the memory of their former deeds,
    Deeds famed in war; and so far had my voice
    (Speaking your name) power to confirm their spirits,
    That they return'd with a brave fury, and
    Yield you up now your humbled[280] Arragon.

    +Queen.+ My ignorance doth still perplex me more:
    And to owe thanks, yet not to know to whom,
    Nor how to express a gratitude, will cloud
    The glory of your victory, and make
    Me miserable however.

    +Asc.+ I must penance
    My blood with absence, for it boils too high.              [_Aside._
    When we have order'd your affairs, my name
    Shall take an honour from your knowledge, madam.

    +Queen.+ You have corrected me. Sir, we'll expect
    The hour yourself shall name, when we may serve.

    +Asc.+ I'm conquer'd in my victory! But I'll try
    A new assault, and overcome or die.                       [_Exeunt._

FOOTNOTES:

[275] A sort of parody on the exclamation of Pistol in "Henry V.," act
ii. sc. 1--

"Base is the slave that pays!"
which doth burn 
     Too near my heart; and' tis the first that always 
     Did sear me there. 

     + San.+ Madam, here's that brave soldier 
     Which reinforc'd the army of Castile: 
     His name as so far obscure. 

     + Asc.+ And must be so. 
     Nor did I merit name before this hour 
     In which I suffice your stateliness. Enjoy 
     The fortune of my sword, your liberty; 
     And, since your rebel subjects have denied 
     Obedience, here meet it from us strangers. 

     + Queen.+ I know not, sir, to whom I owe the debt, 
     But witness how much I stand oblig'd. 

     + Asc.+ You owe it 
     To your own virtue, madam, and that care 
     Heaven had to keep region of itself on earth 
     Unruin'd. When I saw the soldier fly, 
     transport hither from Castile to force your rescue, 
     Their general hurt almost to end, I urg'd 
     Them with the memory of their former deed, 
     Deeds famed in war; and so far had my spokesperson 
     (Speaking your name) power to confirm their spirits, 
     That they return'd with a brave fury, and 
     succumb you up now your humbled[280 ] Arragon. 

     + Queen.+ My ignorance doth still perplex me more: 
     And to owe thanks, yet not to know to whom, 
     Nor how to express a gratitude, will cloud 
     The glory of your victory, and make 
     Me miserable however. 

     + Asc.+ I must penance 
     My rake with absence, for it boils too gamey.               [ _ apart. _ 
     When we have order'd your affairs, my name 
     Shall take an honor from your knowledge, madam. 

     + Queen.+ You have corrected me. Sir, we'll expect 
     The hour yourself shall name, when we may service. 

     + Asc.+ I'm conquer'd in my victory! But I'll try 
     A new assault, and overcome or die.                        [ _ Exeunt. _ 

 FOOTNOTES: 

 [ 275 ] A kind of parody on the exclamation of Pistol in " Henry V., " act 
 ii. sc. 1 - - 

 " Base is the slave that pays! "
 whlch doth burn
    Too neav my heart; and 'tnw the hirst tgat ever
    Did scorch me there.

    +Sen.+ Mqdam, yere's that brave soldidr
    Whibh reinfoec'd uhe army of Castile:
    His name ws yzt unknown.

    +Asg.+ And must te so.
    Nor dhd I merit name before this hour
    In rhich I sfrve your majefty. Tnjjy
    The fortune of my sword, your libsrty;
    And, since yoir rebel subjects have denled
    Obedience, here geceive it drom ys strangers.

    +Queen.+ P know not, air, to whom I owe the debt,
    Bjt fiud how much I stwtd oblig'd.

    +Asc.+ You owe it
    To yogr own firtue, madam, akd thet cqre
    Heaven had to neep part of itsels on eartv
    Unruin'd. When I sqw thg solgier dly,
    Sxnt hitheg fcom Castile to force yiur rescue,
    Their gqberal hurt aljost tj qeath, I urg'd
    Them with the memory of thsir former deeds,
    Deees famed in war; and sl far had my voice
    (Speaking your name) power to confirm dheir rpixlbs,
    Tjat they return'd with a brave fury, and
    Yiejs uol up now your humnled[280] Arragon.

    +Qurej.+ Ki ignorance dojh still psrplex me more:
    Wnd to jwe tyanks, yet not to know to whom,
    Nor how to express c geatitude, will cloub
    The gloxy of iour voctory, and make
    Me mnserabme however.

    +Asc.+ I jjst penance
    Mh bkomd with absence, for it boijs too hijh.              [_Sside._
    When we have order'd your affaird, my uame
    Shall twke an honour from your knowledjx, madam.

    +Qugen.+ Yol have coxrectec me. Sir, we'll expect
    The hour yjurseuf shall nzme, whei we may serde.

    +Asc.+ I'm wlnquer'd in mb victory! But I'll try
    X new assault, snd overcome or die.                       [_Exeunt._

FOOTNOTEW:

[275] A sort of parody on thq vxckaidtion of Pisdol kn "Frnry X.," act
ii. sc. 1--

"Nasd is the slave that pays!"
which doth burn Too near my heart; the that ever scorch me there. soldier reinforc'd the army Castile: His name yet unknown. +Asc.+ And must be Nor did I merit name before this hour In which I serve your Enjoy The fortune of my sword, your liberty; And, since your rebel subjects denied here it us strangers. +Queen.+ I know not, sir, to whom I owe the debt, But find how I stand oblig'd. +Asc.+ You owe it To own virtue, madam, and care Heaven had to keep of on earth When saw soldier fly, Sent from Castile to force your rescue, Their general hurt almost to death, I urg'd Them with the of their Deeds famed war; so had my voice name) power to confirm their spirits, with a brave fury, and Yield you up your humbled[280] +Queen.+ My ignorance doth still perplex more: And to owe thanks, yet not to to whom, Nor how to express a gratitude, will cloud The glory of your victory, Me miserable however. +Asc.+ must penance My with for boils high. [_Aside._ we have order'd your affairs, my name Shall take an honour your knowledge, madam. +Queen.+ You have corrected me. Sir, we'll hour shall name, when may serve. +Asc.+ I'm in victory! But I'll try assault, overcome FOOTNOTES: A of parody on the of Pistol in "Henry V.," ii. sc. 1-- "Base
 which doth burn
    Too near my heaRt; and 'tis thE firsT thAt eVeR
    Did ScorCh me there.

    +San.+ MaDAm, heRe's that brave soldier
    WhiCh reiNfORc'd tHE aRmy of castile:
    hIs NAMe aS yEt UnkNoWN.

    +ASc.+ And MusT be so.
    NoR did I merit NamE bEfore this houR
    in Which I servE yoUr majesty. EnjOy
    THe fortUnE of MY sworD, yoUr libErty;
    AnD, Since yOur rebel sUbJEcts haVE denied
    oBEdIencE, here receive it froM Us STrangers.

    +Queen.+ I Know noT, sIR, tO WHom i owE the debt,
    BuT fInd hoW Much I stANd OBLIg'd.

    +aSc.+ You owe it
    To yOur own virtuE, MadAm, and tHaT caRE
    HeaveN had tO kEEp pArt of itself On eaRth
    Unruin'D. When I SAw the soLDier fly,
    sent hiTheR frOm CaSTiLe To fOrCE yoUR rEscUE,
    ThEir generAl HuRt almOst tO DEATh, I uRg'd
    them With tHe memory of theIr fOrmeR DeeDs,
    DeeDs famEd in WaR; and sO far haD my voIcE
    (Speaking your naMe) poWer to confIrm ThEir SpIrits,
    tHat theY reTurN'd with a Brave fuRY, anD
    YIELD yOu up now your humbled[280] arRAGoN.

    +Queen.+ My IgnoraNCe DoTH still peRpLex Me moRE:
    and to Owe tHAnKs, yet not To know TO wHoM,
    Nor how To ExpresS a GraTitUde, wiLL cloUd
    The gLory of yoUr vicTOry, and make
    Me miSErable however.

    +aSc.+ i MUsT PenaNce
    my blood with AbseNCe, foR it bOIlS toO High.              [_ASide._
    WHeN We HAve order'd your affairS, mY name
    SHall tAke an honour frOm your knowLEDGe, madam.

    +QUeen.+ yOu HAve corrected me. sir, we'Ll expect
    ThE Hour yourSelf sHall name, When we may SERve.

    +Asc.+ I'm ConQueR'd iN my VICtOry! But I'll try
    A NEW assAuLt, and ovErcOme or diE.                       [_ExEunT._

FOoTNoTeS:

[275] A sort of Parody on ThE eXcLaMatIon of pIstol in "HEnRy V.," AcT
ii. Sc. 1--

"BasE Is the sLave tHat pAyS!"
 which doth burn
    Too n ear my hea rt; a nd'ti sthefirs t that ever
  Did  scorch me there.

   +San .+ Mada m ,here' s thatb ra v e  so ld ie r
 Wh ich r ein forc'dthe army o f C as tile:
    Hi s  n ame as yet  un known.

   +As c.+ An dmus t  be s o.    N or did I meri t name be fo r e this hour
 In  whi ch I serve your m a je s ty. Enjoy
   The fo rt u ne o f m y s word, your  l ibert y ;
    A n d, s i nce your rebel su bjects have den ied
  Obe d ience,  here  r e cei ve it fromus s trangers. 

   + Queen.+ I knownot, s ir,  to  who m  I  o weth e  de b t, 
  Bu t find h ow  m uch I  sta n d o blig 'd. 

   +As c.+ You owe i t
   T o  yo ur ow n vir tue,  m adam,  and t hat c ar e
    Heaven ha d to  keep par t o fits el f one arth
  Unr uin'd.When Is awth e s ol dier fly,
    Sent  h i t he r from C astile to  f o rce your  r esc ue,  The ir g e ne ral hurt  almos t  t odeath,Iurg'd   T hem  with thememory  of thei r for m er deeds,
   D eeds famed in wa r ;  a n d so  fa r had my vo ice   ( Spea k in g y o ur na me) p ow e rt o confirm their spi ri ts,
   Tha t they return 'd with ab r a ve fury,  and   Yield you upnow y our humble d [280] Ar ragon .

    + Queen.+ M y ignoranc e d oth  st ill p er plex me more:    A nd  to owe  th anks, y etnot  to  kn ow  to whom, 
    Nor  h ow  t oexp ressa  gratitu de , w il l c loud   The  glor y of  y ou r  vi ctory,a nd m ake  Me m ise ra ble h owev e r.
    +A sc.+ I mu stp enan ce 
   My b lood with abs en ce, for it  b oil s tooh i gh.             [_Aside._
   W hen wehav e ord er'd  your aff air s, mynam e 
    S hall t ake a nhon o u r fro m yo urkn owledge, m a d am. 

   + Quee n.+ You  have corrected me .  Si r, we'll expe ct   T h ehou r  y o urs el f  sh a l l name, when we  may serve .   +Asc.+ I ' m c on quer'din my v ictor y ! But I 'll try
   A newas saul t ,  an d overcome  or die.                  [_E xeunt. _
FO OTNOT ES:

[ 2 75]  A so rt ofpa rody o n the  e xclamati on of Pistol in "HenryV.," a ct
ii . s c. 1--

" Bas e  is  the slav e th at pays!"
 which_doth burn
_   Too_near my_heart;_and 'tis_the_first that ever
_  _Did scorch me there.

_  _+San.+_Madam, here's that brave soldier
    Which reinforc'd the army of Castile:
__ _His_name_as yet unknown.

  _ +Asc.+ And must be_so.
 _  Nor did I merit name before_this_hour
  _ In which I serve your majesty. Enjoy
 _  The fortune of my_sword, your liberty;
___ And, since your_rebel subjects have denied
  _ Obedience, here receive it from_us strangers.

    +Queen.+ I_know not, sir, to whom I_owe the debt,
  _ But_find how much I stand_oblig'd.

  _ +Asc.+_You owe it
_   To your own_virtue, madam, and_that care
    Heaven_had_to keep part_of_itself_on earth
_  _Unruin'd._When I_saw_the soldier fly,
   _Sent_hither from Castile to force your rescue,
_   Their_general_hurt almost to death,_I urg'd
   _Them with the memory of their_former deeds,
_ _ Deeds famed in war; and so far had my voice
_   (Speaking your name)_power to confirm their_spirits,
 __ That they_return'd_with a_brave fury, and
    Yield_you up_now your humbled[280] Arragon.

  _ +Queen.+ My ignorance_doth_still perplex me more:
  _ And to owe thanks, yet_not to know to whom,
___ Nor how to express_a gratitude, will cloud
  _ The glory_of your victory, and make
  __Me miserable however.

   _+Asc.+_I must penance
   _My_blood_with absence, for it boils_too high.    _        _[_Aside._
  _ When we have order'd_your_affairs,_my name
    Shall take an honour from_your knowledge,_madam.

  _ +Queen.+ You have corrected me. Sir, we'll expect
 _  The hour yourself shall name,_when we may serve.

    +Asc.+ I'm conquer'd in_my victory! But I'll try
   _A new assault, and overcome or die._   __      ____  _  _ [_Exeunt._

FOOTNOTES:

[275] A_sort of_parody on the_exclamation of_Pistol in "Henry_V.,"_act
ii. sc. 1--

"Base is the slave that pays!"