Will send a deadly lightning to his heart. AMYRAS. Brother, ho! what, given so much to sleep, You cannot 183 leave it, when our enemies' drums And rattling cannons thunder in our ears Our proper ruin and our father's foil? CALYPHAS. Away, ye fools! my father needs not me, Nor you, in faith, but that you will be thought More childish-valourous than manly-wise. If half our camp should sit and sleep with me, My father were enough to scare 184 the foe: You do dishonour to his majesty, To think our helps will do him any good. AMYRAS. What, dar'st thou, then, be absent from the fight, Knowing my father hates thy cowardice, And oft hath warn'd thee to be still in field, When he himself amidst the thickest troops Beats down our foes, to flesh our taintless swords? CALYPHAS. I know, sir, what it is to kill a man; It works remorse of conscience in me. I take no pleasure to be murderous, Nor care for blood when wine will quench my thirst. CELEBINUS. O cowardly boy! fie, for shame, come forth! Thou dost dishonour manhood and thy house. CALYPHAS. Go, go, tall 185 stripling, fight you for us both, And take my other toward brother here, For person like to prove a second Mars. 'Twill please my mind as well to hear, both you 186 Have won a heap of honour in the field, And left your slender carcasses behind, As if I lay with you for company. AMYRAS. You will not go, then? CALYPHAS. You say true. AMYRAS. Were all the lofty mounts of Zona Mundi That fill the midst of farthest Tartary Turn'd into pearl and proffer'd for my stay, I would not bide the fury of my father, When, made a victor in these haughty arms, He comes and finds his sons have had no shares In all the honours he propos'd for us. CALYPHAS. Take you the honour, I will take my ease; My wisdom shall excuse my cowardice: I go into the field before I need! [Alarms within. AMYRAS and CELEBINUS run out.] The bullets fly at random where they list; And, should I 187 go, and kill a thousand men, I were as soon rewarded with a shot, And sooner far than he that never fights; And, should I go, and do no harm nor good, I might have harm, which all the good I have, Join'd with my father's crown, would never cure. I'll to cards.—Perdicas! Enter PERDICAS. PERDICAS. Here, my lord. CALYPHAS. Come, thou and I will go to cards to drive away the time. PERDICAS. Content, my lord: but what shall we play for? CALYPHAS. Who shall kiss the fairest of the Turks' concubines first, when my father hath conquered them.
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