Leon monologue — Philaster; Or, Love Lies a Bleeding

I grant it, that the King knowes too well, And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: Whats a giddy-headed multitude, That's not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes, To be trusted unto? No, he that will Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde, To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre, Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne, And spit all spightfull fury in their face: Defying horror in her ugliest forme, And growes more valiant, the more danger threats; Or let leane famine her affliction send, Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring, Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleene, Till valour win plenty to supply them, What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens Indure this?