O friend, if keeping backe

Would keepe backe age from vs, and death; and that we might not wracke

In this lifes humane sea at all: but that deferring now

We shund death euer; nor would I, halfe this vaine valour show,

Nor glorifie a folly so, to wish thee to aduance:

Bur since we must go, though not here; and that, besides the chance

Proposd now, there are infinite fates, of other sort in death,

Which (neither to be fled nor scap't) a man must sinke beneath:

Come, trie we, if this sort be ours: and either render thus,

Glorie to others, or make them, resigne the like to vs.

If to escape from this battle meant that we should never grow old and never die, I should not be fighting here in front, and I would not send you forward to win your name. But now, since whatever we do ten thousand chances of death are about us, which no mortal man can escape or avoid—Forwards! whether we are to give fame to another, or he to us.