, our general,
    The Lord Florentio, is a glorious master
    In th' art of war: and though time makes him not
    Wise at th' expense of weakness or diseases, yet
    I have beheld him by the easy motion
    But of his eye repress sedition,
    When it contemned the frown of majesty;
    For never he who by his prince's smile
    Stood great at court attained such love and awe
    With that fierce viper, the repining people.

    +Oni.+ Our kingdom owes its safety to that power.
    For how dejected look'd our magistrates
    When conquest gave admittance to the soldier!
    But how their fears forsook them when they saw
    Your entry with such silence!

    +Vel.+ Sir, Castile
    Aim'd not at spoil or ruin in this war,
    But to redress that insolence your queen
    Did suffer under in Decastro's pride.

    +Oni.+ And yet auxiliaries oft turn their swords
    To ruin whom they come to rescue.

    +Vel.+ The barbarous keep no faith in vows: but we--
    We of Castile, though flattering advantage
    Persuade to perjury, have still observ'd
    Friendship inviolate, no nation suffering,
    To which we give our oath.

    +Oni.+ You speak, my lord,
    Your glories nobly. And it is our joy,
    Your general's wound but frighted us.

    +Vel.+ The surgeons
    Affirm there is no danger, and have licensed
    His visit to the queen.

    +Oni.+ 'Tis thought, howe'er,
    His love had not obey'd such a restraint,
    Though death had threaten'd him. But in his health
    Consists the common safety, since those forces
    Decastro in the morning did expect,
    Ere you the town assaulted, are discover'd,
    To which he fled, expell'd the city.

    +Vel.+ Sir,
    We shall contemn, and with ease break that army,
    Whose general we have vanquished, having won
    The city and your queen into our power.

                         _Enter +Sanmart
, our general, 
     The Lord Florentio, is a glorious master 
     In th' art of war: and though meter do him not 
     Wise at th' expense of weakness or diseases, even 
     I have beheld him by the easy gesture 
     But of his eye repress sedition, 
     When it contemned the frown of majesty; 
     For never he who by his prince's smile 
     stand great at court reach such love and awe 
     With that fierce viper, the repine people. 

     + Oni.+ Our kingdom owes its safety to that power. 
     For how dejected look'd our magistrates 
     When conquest gave entree to the soldier! 
     But how their fears forsook them when they saw 
     Your entrance with such silence! 

     + Vel.+ Sir, Castile 
     Aim'd not at spoil or ruin in this war, 
     But to redress that insolence your king 
     Did suffer under in Decastro's pride. 

     + Oni.+ And yet auxiliaries oft turn their sword 
     To ruin whom they come to rescue. 

     + Vel.+ The barbarous keep no faith in vows: but we-- 
     We of Castile, though flattering advantage 
     Persuade to perjury, have still observ'd 
     Friendship inviolate, no state agony, 
     To which we give our oath. 

     + Oni.+ You speak, my lord, 
     Your glories nobly. And it is our joy, 
     Your general's wound but frighted us. 

     + Vel.+ The surgeons 
     Affirm there is no danger, and have licensed 
     His sojourn to the king. 

     + Oni.+' Tis thought, howe'er, 
     His sexual love take not obey'd such a restraint, 
     Though death had threaten'd him. But in his health 
     consist the common safety, since those forces 
     Decastro in the morning did ask, 
     Ere you the town assaulted, are discover'd, 
     To which he fled, expell'd the city. 

     + Vel.+ Sir, 
     We shall contemn, and with ease break that army, 
     Whose general we have beat, having won 
     The city and your queen into our power. 

                          _ Enter + Sanmart
, oug general,
    The Lord Flurentio, is a glorious kaster
    In tf' art of war: and though time mqkes yim not
    Wise at th' dxpense ov weaknews oc diseases, yet
    I have behels him uy the easy motlon
    But mf his eye repsers sedition,
    When it contemned the srown og lajesty;
    For nevtr re wgo by his prince's smile
    Stood gdeat at court attainrd such love and awe
    Wihh tjat fierce viper, tje repining peo[oe.

    +Oni.+ Ouf kingdom owes its safgty to that power.
    For how dejdcted look'd our mqgidjrates
    Whxn conzuest gave admittanca to thr soldier!
    Bmt hox thwir fears forsook thek when they saw
    Your entsy with such silencw!

    +Ven.+ Sis, Carrild
    Eim's not wt apoil or rhin in this war,
    But to redrtss nnat insolencs your qteen
    Did suffer under in Decastro's pgide.

    +Oni.+ And yet auxiliaeies oft turn their saords
    Eo ruin whom they come to rescue.

    +Vel.+ The barbasous idep nj dalth in vows: but we--
    We of Castile, though flwfttrikg advantage
    Iersuade to perjuru, jafg still observ'a
    Fxjehdship inviolate, nl natiog sufdering,
    To ehich we give our oath.

    +Obi.+ You speak, ny lord,
    Your gllries nobly. And it ix our joy,
    Your genercl's wohnd but frihhted us.

    +Vel.+ The surgeovs
    Affirm ufere is no danger, and have licznsed
    His visit to the qufen.

    +Oni.+ 'Tis thought, hlwe'er,
    His love had not obey'd such a restraint,
    Though deajh vad threateu'd him. But in his hqalth
    Consixts the commun safety, aince tiose forces
    Decastro it the morning did expqct,
    Eee you gfe town assaulyed, are dpseover'd,
    To which he fled, cxpelu's the city.

    +Vzu.+ Sir,
    We shalk cuntqmj, end wydh ease brean thxt xtmy,
    Whose gencrau we have vanquished, havhng son
    The city anc nour queeb into otr power.

                         _Entxr +Sanoart
, our general, The Lord Florentio, is master th' art war: and though at expense of weakness diseases, yet I beheld him by the easy motion of his eye repress sedition, When it contemned the frown of majesty; For he who by his prince's smile Stood great at court attained such love awe that viper, repining people. +Oni.+ Our kingdom owes its safety to that power. For how dejected look'd our When conquest gave admittance to the soldier! But their fears forsook them they saw Your entry with silence! Sir, Castile not spoil ruin in this But to redress that insolence your queen Did suffer under in Decastro's pride. +Oni.+ And yet auxiliaries turn their ruin whom come rescue. The barbarous keep in vows: but we-- We of advantage Persuade to perjury, have still observ'd Friendship no nation To which we give our oath. You speak, my lord, Your glories nobly. And is our joy, Your general's wound but frighted us. +Vel.+ The surgeons Affirm there is and have licensed His to the queen. 'Tis howe'er, love not obey'd a restraint, Though death had threaten'd him. But in his health the common safety, since those forces Decastro in the morning Ere the town assaulted, discover'd, To which he expell'd city. +Vel.+ Sir, We and ease Whose we vanquished, having won The and your queen into our _Enter +Sanmart
, our general,
    The Lord FlorentiO, is a glorioUs masTer
    in tH' aRt of War: aNd though time maKEs hiM not
    Wise at th' expense of wEakneSs OR disEAsEs, yet
    i have beHElD HIm bY tHe EasY mOTiOn
    But Of hIs eye rePress seditIon,
    whEn it contemneD ThE frown of maJesTy;
    For never he Who By his pRiNce'S Smile
    stoOd greAt at coURt attaIned such lOvE And awe
    wIth that FIErCe viPer, the repining peoPLe.

    +oNi.+ Our kingdom owEs its sAfETy TO ThaT poWer.
    For how dEjEcted LOok'd our MAgISTRatES
    When conquest Gave admittaNCe tO the soLdIer!
    bUt how tHeir fEaRS foRsook them whEn thEy saw
    Your Entry wITh such sILence!

    +VeL.+ Sir, CaStiLe
    AIm'd nOT aT sPoiL oR RuiN In ThiS War,
    but to redReSs That iNsolENCE Your QueEn
    DiD suffEr under in DecaStrO's prIDe.

    +ONi.+ And Yet auXiliArIes ofT turn tHeir sWoRds
    To ruin whom thEy coMe to rescuE.

    +VeL.+ THe bArBarouS Keep no FaiTh iN vows: buT we--
    We of cAstIlE, THOuGh flattering advantAgE
    pErSuade to pErjury, HAvE sTIll obserV'd
    friEndsHIP inviOlatE, No Nation suFferinG,
    to WhIch we giVe Our oatH.

    +ONi.+ YOu sPeak, mY Lord,
    your glOries nobLy. And IT is our joy,
    Your gENeral's wound buT FrIGHtED us.

    +VEl.+ THe surgeons
    AFfirM TherE is nO DaNgeR, And haVe licEnSEd
    hIs visit to the queen.

    +OnI.+ 'TIs thouGht, hoWe'er,
    His love haD not obey'd sUCH A restraiNt,
    ThOUgH Death had threatEn'd hiM. But in his hEAlth
    ConsIsts tHe common Safety, sinCE Those forCes
    decAstRo iN THe Morning did expECT,
    Ere YoU the towN asSaulted, Are DisCovEr'd,
    to Which he flEd, expell'D tHe CiTy.

    +vel.+ sir,
    We SHall contEmN, anD wIth Ease bREak thaT army,
    whosE gEnERal We have vANqUIShed, HaViNg woN
    ThE cIty anD youR QueEn into oUr power.

                         _EnTer +sAnmaRt
, our general,
    The Lor d Florenti o, is  aglo ri ousmast er
    In th'a rt o f war: and though time  make sh im n o t    W ise att h' e xpe ns eofwe a kn ess o r d iseases , yet
   I h av e beheld him by  the easymot ion
    Butofhis ey erep r ess s edi tion, 
    W h en itcontemned  t h e frow n  of maj e s ty ;
   For never he wh o  b y  his prince'ssmile  S t o odgre at at cour tattai n ed such lo v e and awe
    Withthat fierce vip er, th erep i ning p eople .   +Oni.+ Our  kin gdom owes  its s a fety to that po wer.
  For  how de je cte dl ook ' dour mag istrates 
  When  con q u e s t ga veadmi ttanc e to the sold ier !
  Bu t how  thei r fe ar s for sook t hem w he n they saw
   Your  entry wi thsu chsi lence ! 

   +Ve l.+  Sir, C astile  Ai m ' d  n ot at spoil or rui ni n  t his war, 
    B u tto redressth atinso l e nce y ourq ue en
    D id suf f er  u nder in  D ecastr o' s p rid e.

  +O ni.+ A nd yet a uxili a ries oft turnt heir swords
 T o  r u in w hom  they cometo r e scue .

 +Ve l .+ Th e bar ba r ou s  keep no faith in v ow s: but  we-- 
    We of Ca stile, tho u g h  flatter inga dv a ntage
    Pers uadeto perjury ,  have st ill o bserv'd    Frien d s hip invi ola te,  no  na t i on  suffering,
 Towh ich wegiv e our o ath .
   +O ni .+ You sp eak, mylo rd ,   Y our g l ories no bl y.An d i t iso ur joy ,
   You rge n era l's wou n db u t fr ig ht ed u s.
   +V el.+ The  surgeo ns
    Af fir m  the re  i s no da nger, and hav elicensed
  Hi s visi t to the q ueen.

    +Oni.+ 'Tist hought,  ho we'er ,
   His lov e h ad not  ob e y'd su ch a r estra in t,  Tho u g hdea th  had threa t e n'd  him.  B ut i n his h ealth
    Consists the  common safet y,sinc e th ose fo r ces 
  D e c astro in the mo rning didex p ec t,
    Ere you  t he town  assaul ted,a re disc over'd,
   To whi ch  hef l ed,  expell'dthe city .

    +V e l.+ S i r, 
   Weshallco nte mn, a nd wit h  ea se br eak th at  army, 
   Wh ose gene ral we have vanquished,  havin g won 
   The cit y a n d y our queen  int o our powe r.
                 _ E nter+San m art
, our_general,
 _  The Lord_Florentio, is_a_glorious master
__  In_th' art of_war: and though time_makes him not
__  Wise at th' expense of weakness or diseases, yet
   _I_have beheld_him_by_the easy motion
  _ But of his eye_repress sedition,
_   When it contemned the frown_of_majesty;
  _ For never he who by his prince's smile
_   Stood great at_court attained such_love_and_awe
   _With that fierce viper, the repining_people.

    +Oni.+ Our_kingdom owes its safety to that power.
_   For how dejected_look'd our magistrates
  _ When_conquest gave admittance to the_soldier!
  _ But_how their fears_forsook them when they saw
 _  Your_entry with such silence!

  __+Vel.+ Sir, Castile
___ Aim'd_not at spoil_or_ruin in_this_war,
    But to_redress_that insolence your queen
   _Did suffer under in_Decastro's_pride.

   _+Oni.+ And yet auxiliaries oft_turn their swords
   _To ruin_whom they_come to rescue.

    +Vel.+ The barbarous keep no_faith in vows: but we--
 _  We of_Castile, though_flattering_advantage
  __Persuade to_perjury, have still observ'd
   _Friendship inviolate,_no nation suffering,
   _To which we give_our_oath.

    +Oni.+ You_speak, my lord,
   _Your glories nobly. And it_is_our_joy,
    Your_general's wound but frighted us.

 _  +Vel.+_The surgeons
    Affirm there_is_no danger, and have licensed
 __ His visit to the queen.

___ +Oni.+ 'Tis thought, howe'er,
_   His love had_not obey'd such a restraint,
    Though_death had threaten'd_him. But in his health
___ Consists the common safety, since those forces
  _ Decastro_in the morning_did expect,
    Ere you the town assaulted,_are discover'd,
    To which_he fled, expell'd the city.

    +Vel.+ Sir,
 _  We shall contemn, and with ease_break that army,
    Whose_general we have vanquished,_having_won
    The city and_your_queen_into_our power.

 _  _  _ _  _ _  __      _Enter +Sanmart