O My Lords, Pardon Me if I Speak Like a Captain

My lords, then under favour, pardon me if i speak like a captain. Why do fond men expose themselves to battle and not endure all threats? Sleep upon and let the foes quietly cut their throats without repugnancy? If there be such valor in the bearing, what makes we abroad? Women are more valiant that stay at home. And the ass more captain than the lion. The fellow loaded with irons, wiser than the judge. O my lords, as you are great, be pitiful good. Who cannot condemn rashness? In cold blood? To kill, i grant, is sin's extremest just. But in defence by mercies, tis most just