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[Scene iii.]
A Drum wt hin & noyses of Scoulding & clattering potts.Enter a Conducter and his Sergeant with a few Prest Men, some Geayle-Birds merry, other young Boobies cryinge, each a coate ons back and Cudgell on his Shoulder.
Captain:
Come one my hearts is it not better die
in Marses bloudy feild where euery seede
or man that falls rises an eare, a sheafe
nay a whole Cropp of honour, richer far
then are those strawes that fill the horn of plenty
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or sitting cross leggd on a board a stiching
Bring vp the reare ther Sergeant.
Serg:
Sr: they 'a learnt
soe much of posture as without commaund
to turn faces about, I think to th'left,
for they haue left vs and made vse of leggs
before we armd them, they are run away
Captain:
How many did we march into the Towne with
Serg:
Some flue and twenty, a whole Squadron Sr.
Captain:
And how many remaines
Serg:
A shredd of fiue,
the twentie haue reformd themselues are gon.
Cap:
What tymes are these wherein such actions raigne
as discontent the best and fright the swayne
and like the world turnd vpside downe dispence
commaund to those should learne obedience
And limit soe commanders powers that they
must only beare the name, learne to obey
But this world will not alwaie last, lets on
with these we haue
The two Geayle Birds
1. Souldier.
clapping his fellow on ye back Speaks to ye Cap:
Come noble Captaine come
we scorne to run away we haue past dangers
and dare encounter their grim lookes againe
Serg:
aside
yes, ye halter
2. Souldier:
pointing at ye other 3 —Speaks to one of them was crijng
Those that are gon their hearts were in their heeles
and these haue theirs fresh dropping from their eyes.
Lock vp thy floodgates brother and be merry
we shall haue good fresh straw and drinke enough
when we can gett it and Tobacco store
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as I am not resolud yet what to doe
Pulls out a leaf & guiues him.
Blister thy face thy armes thy leggs with this
soe faine to haue the pox
Booby.
thou maist be merry
but I haue left a mother old and lame
whose staff I was
Lout.
And I a tender wife
soe lately one that scarce our loues had time
to meete and kisse. But I know how this came
at our last wake I broake ons hedd at cudgells
Booby.
And I anothers, all the world is malice
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