Was promis’d in the Proclamation.
Capt. I’le not be nice in the refusall, Sir,
It is no wonder t’see a Souldier want:
All good wait on yee; may the Heauens be pleas’d
To make you happy in your long lost sonne.
Attic. My comfort is, whether aliue or dead,
He brauely fought for Heauen and Christendome;
Such battels martyr men: their death’s a life
Suruiuing all this worlds felicitie.
Lords, Where’s Leonida, Our beautious child,