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Sold. O take the Pox too.
Anc. They'll cure one another;
I must have none but kills, and those kill stinking:
Or look ye, let the single Pox possess them,
Or Pox upon Pox.
Puts. That's but ill i'th' arms, Sir.
Anc. 'Tis worse i'th' Legs, I would not wish it else:
And may those grow to scabs as big as Mole-hills,
And twice a day, the Devil with a Curry-Comb
Scratch 'em, and scrub 'em: I warrant him he has 'em.
Sold. May he be ever lowzie.
Anc. That's a pleasure,
The Beggar's Lechery; sometimes the Souldiers:
May he be ever lazie, stink where he stands,
And Maggots breed in's Brains.
2 Sold. I, marry Sir,
May he fall mad in love with his Grand-mother,
And kissing her, may her teeth drop into his mouth,
And one fall cross his throat, then let him gargle.
Enter a Post
Puts. Now, what's the matter?
Post. Where's the Duke, pray, Gentlemen?
Puts. Keep on your way, you cannot miss.
Post. I thank ye. [Exit.
Anc. If he be married, may he dream he's cuckol'd,
And when he wakes believe, and swear he saw it,
Sue a Divorce, and after find her honest:
Then in a pleasant Pigstye, with his own garters,
And a fine running knot, ride to the Devil.
Puts. If these would do
Anc. I'll never trust my mind more,
If all these fail.
1 Sold. What shall we do now, Captain?
For by this honest hand I'll be torn in pieces,
Unless my old General go, or some that love him,
And love us equal too, before I fight more:
I can make a Shooe yet, and draw it on too,
If I like the Leg well.
Anc. Fight? 'tis likely:
No, there will be the sport Boys, when there's need on's.
They think the other Crown will do, will carry us,
And the brave golden Coat of Captain Cankro
Boroskie . What a noise his very name carries!
'Tis Gun enough to fright a Nation,
He needs no Souldiers; if he do, for my part,
I promise ye he's like to seek 'em; so I think you think too,
And all the Army; No, honest, brave old Archas ,
We cannot so soon leave thy memory,
So soon forget thy goodness: he that does,
The scandal and the scumm of Arms be counted.
Puts. You much rejoice me now you have hit my meaning,
I durst not press ye, till I found your spirits:
Continue thus.
Anc. I'll go and tell the Duke on't.
Enter 2 Post
Puts. No, no, he'll find it soon enough, and fear it,
When once occasion comes: Another Packet!
From whence, Friend, come you?
2 Post. From the Borders, Sir.
Puts. What news, Sir, I beseech you?
2 Post. Fire and Sword, Gentlemen;
The Tartar 's up, and with a mighty force,
Comes forward, like a tempest, all before him
Burning and killing.
Anc. Brave Boys, brave news, Boys.
2 Post. Either we must have present help
Anc. Still braver.
2 Post. Where lies the Duke?
Sold. He's there.
2 Post. 'Save ye, Gentlemen. [Exit.
Anc. We are safe enough, I warrant thee:
Now the time's come.
Puts. I, now 'tis come indeed, and now stand firm, Boys,
And let 'em burn on merrily.
Anc. This City would make a fine marvellous Bone-fire:
'Tis old dry timber, and such Wood has no fellow.
2 Sold. Here will be trim piping anon and whining,
Like so many Pigs in a storm,
When they hear the news once.
Enter Boroskie, and Servant
Puts. Here's one has heard it already;
Room for the General.
Boros. Say I am faln exceeding sick o'th' sudden,
And am not like to live.
Puts. If ye go on, Sir,
For they will kill ye certainly; they look for ye.
Anc. I see your Lordship's bound, take a suppository,
'Tis I, Sir; a poor cast Flag of yours. The foolish Tartars
They burn and kill, and't like your honour, kill us,
Kill with Guns, with Guns my Lord, with Guns, Sir.
What says your Lordship to a chick in sorrel sops?
Puts. Go, go thy ways old true-penny;
Thou hast but one fault: thou art ev'n too valiant.
Come, to'th' Army Gentlemen, and let's make them acquainted.
Sold. Away, we are for ye. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV
Enter Alinda, and two Gentlewomen
Alin. Why, whither run ye Fools; will ye leave my Lady?
Petes. The Tartar comes, the Tartar comes.
Alin. Why, let him,
I thought you had fear'd no men: upon my conscience
You have try'd their strengths already; stay for shame.
Pet. Shift for thy self, Alinda . [Exit.
Alin. Beauty bless ye:
Into what Grooms Feather-Bed will you creep now?
And there mistake the enemy; sweet youths ye are,
And of a constant courage; are you afraid of foining?
Enter Olympia
Olym. O my good Wench, what shall become of us?
The Posts come hourly in, and bring new danger;
The enemy is past the Volga , and bears hither
With all the blood and cruelty he carries,
My Brother now will find his fault.
Alin. I doubt me,
Somewhat too late, Madam. But pray fear not,
All will be well, I hope. Sweet Madam, shake not.
Olym. How cam'st thou by this Spirit? our Sex trembles.
Alin. I am not unacquainted with these dangers;
And you shall know my truth; for ere you perish,
A hundred Swords shall pass through me: 'tis but dying,
And Madam we must do it: the manner's all:
You have a Princely Birth, take Princely thoughts to you,
And take my counsel too; go presently,
With all the haste ye have, (I will attend ye)
With all the possible speed, to old Lord Archas ,
He honours ye; with all your art perswade him,
('Twill be a dismal time else) woo him hither,
But hither Madam, make him see the danger;
For your new General looks like an Ass;
There's nothing in his face but loss.
Olym. I'll do it.
And thank thee, sweet Alinda : O my Jewel,
How much I'm bound to love thee! by this hand, Wench,
If thou wert a man
Alin. I would I were to fight for you.
But haste dear Madam.
Olym. I need no Spurs Alinda .
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