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Scæne 4.
Enter Theodore, Putskie, Ancient, Souldiers, Drums, and Collours.The.
Tis known we are up, and marching: no submission,
No promise of base peace can cure our maladies,
We have suffer'd beyond all repaire of honour:
Your valiant old man's whipt; whipt Gentlemen,
Whipt like a slave: that flesh that never trembled,
Nor shrunke one sinew at a thousand charges,
That noble body rib'd in armes, the Enemy
So often shooke at, and then shun'd like thunder,
That bodies torne with lashes.
Anc.
Let's turne head.
Put.
Turne nothing Gentlemen, let's march on fairely,
Unlesse they charge us.
The.
Thinke still of his abuses,
And keep your angers.
Anc.
He was whipt like a top,
I never saw a whore so lac'd: Court schoole-butter?
Is this their diet? I'le dresse 'em one running banquet:
What Oracle can alter us? did not we see him?
See him we lov'd?
The.
And though we did obey him,
Forc'd by his reverence for that time; is't fit Gentlemen?
My noble friends, is't fit we men, and Souldiers,
Live to endure this, and looke on too?
Put.
Forward:
They may call backe the Sun as soone, stay time,
Prescribe a Law to death, as we endure this.
The.
They will make ye all faire promises.
Anc.
We care not.
The.
Use all their arts upon ye.
Anc.
Hang all their arts.
Put.
And happily they'l bring him with 'em.
Anc.
March apace then,
He is old and cannot overtake us.
Put.
Say he doe.
An.
Wee'l run away with him: they shall never see him more:
The truth is, wee'l heare nothing, stop at nothing,
Consider nothing but our way; beleeve nothing,
Not though they say their prayers: be content with nothing,
But the knocking out their braines: and last, do nothing
But ban 'em and curse 'em, till we come to kill 'em.
The.
Remove then forwards bravely; keep your minds whole,
And the next time we face 'em, shall be fatall.
Ex.
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