ACTUS PRIMUS.
Scena I.
NO murmurings, Noble Captains.
Murmurings, Cosen? this Peace is worse to men of war and action then fasting in the face o'th' fo, or lodging on the cold earth. Give me the Camp, say I, where in the Sutlers palace on pay-day we may the precious liquor quaff, and kisse his buxome wife; who though she be not clad in Persian Silks, or costly Tyrian Purples, has a clean skin, soft thighes, and wholsome corps, fit for the trayler of the puissant Pike, to sollace in delight with.
Here in your lewd Citie, the Harlots do avoid us sons o'th' Sword, worse then a severe Officer. Besides, here men o'th' Shop can gorge their mustie maws with the delicious Capon, and fat limbs of Mutton large enough to be held shoulders o'th' Ram anco••ge the 1•• Signes, while for pure want your souldier oft dines at the charge o'th' dead, 'mong tombs in the great Mo••que.
'Tis beleev'd Coz, and by the wisest few too, that i'th' Camp you do not feed on pleasant: po••lts; a ••allad,