Capt. One whose merit
Outweighs whatever yet did breathe on earth.
If ye be Britons, as your looks bespeak,
Then show your wonted quality of justice:
Did ye not ’fore the awful face of heaven,
Proclaim Constantius as your lawful king,
When on his head, was pour’d the sacred oil?
Pas. But he is now no more.
Capt. Yet hath he two sons living,
Whose souls, for purity, I can compare