SCENA III.
Enter Duke, and Gentlemen.
Duke. Have ye been with 'em?
Gent. Yes, and't please your Grace,
But no perswasion serves 'em, nor no promise,
They are fearfull angry, and by this time Sir,
Upon their march to the Enemy.
Du. They must be stopt.
Enter Burris.
Gent. I, but what force is able? and what leader—
Du. How now, have you been with Archas?
Bur. Yes, and't please ye,
And told him all: he frets like a chaf'd Lyon,
And calls for his Arms: and all those honest Courtiers
That dare draw Swords.
Du. Is he able to do any thing?
Bur. His mind is well enough; and where his charge is,
Let him be ne're so sore, 'tis a full Army.
Du. Who commands the Rebels?
Bur. The young Colonel,
That makes the old man almost mad: he swears Sir,
He will not spare his Sons head for the Dukedom.
Du. Is the Court in Arms?
Bur. As fast as they can bustle,
Every man mad to goe now: inspir'd strangely,
As if they were to force the Enemy,
I beseech your Grace to give me leave.
Du. Pray go Sir,
And look to the old man well; take up all fairly,
And let no bloud be spilt; take general pardons,
And quench this fury with fair peace.
Bur. I shall Sir,
Or seal it with my service; they are villains:
The Court is up: good Sir, go strengthen 'em,
Your Royal sight will make 'em scorn all dangers;
The General needs no proof.
Duke. Come let's go view 'em. [Exeunt.