Swet. For Fames sake, for thy Swords sake,
As thou desirest to build thy virtues greater:
By all that's excellent in man, and honest—
Car. I do believe: Ye have had me a brave foe;
Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness,
Give this Boy honourable earth to lie in.
Swet. He shall have fitting Funeral.
Car. I yield then.
Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies.
Petill. Thus we conduct then to the arms of Peace
The wonder of the World.
Swet. Thus I embrace thee, [Flourish.
And let it be no flattery that I tell thee,
Thou art the only Soldier.
Car. How to thank ye,
I must hereafter find upon your usage.
I am for Rome.
Swet. Ye must.
Car. Then Rome shall know
The man that makes her spring of glory grow.
Swet. Petillius, you have shown much worth this day, redeem'd much error,
Ye have my love again, preserve it, Junius,
With you I make him equal in the Regiment.