We must employ him.
1 Sol. These are the arm'd Souldier leaders:
Away: and let's toth' Fort, we shall be snapt else. [Exeunt.
Pho. How now? why thus? what cause of this dejection?
Achil. Why dost thou weep?
Sep. Pray leave me, you have ruin'd me,
You have made me a famous Villain.
Pho. Does that touch thee?
Achil. He will be hard to win: he feels his lewdness.
Pho. He must be won, or we shall want our right hand.