Capt.
Your money again? loe you there. You bring me a fit man, Gentlemen to be sworn, do you not? that talks of money again, when 'tis a main Article in the Oath, never to look for money again, once disfinger'd.
Nick.
You will not spoil all now 'tis come so far? will you?
Clot.
Well sir, when I have my Oath, and that I am sworn one of you. I'le do as you do, and care as little for money as he that has least.
Capt.
Well, to the Oath then, for both the Bsade and the Battoon you say?
Clot.
I by all meanes, Captain, for both. S'lid the Battoon may stick to me, when the Blade may flie out o'th' Hilts.
Ant.
Yes, to the Brokers.
Capt.
Lay your hands on these Hilts, sir. The Ar∣ticles that you depose unto are these, To be true and faithful unto the whole Fraternity of the Blade and the Battoon, and to every member thereof.
Clot.
As ever faithful member was.
Capt.
That at no time, wittingly or ignorantly, drunk or sober, you reveal or make discovery of the Brother, or a member of the Brotherhood, of his lodg∣ing, haunts, or by-walks, to any Creditor, Officer, Sut∣ler, or such like dangerous or suspitious person.
Capt.
That if any of the Brotherhood be in re∣straint or distresse by imprisonment, sicknesse, or whatsoever engagement, you make his case your own, and your purse and your travel his; and that if a bro∣ther die or finish his dayes, by end timely or untimelie, by Surfet, Sword, or Law. You wear the sable order of the Riband in remembrance of him.
Clot.
A convenient cheap way of mourning.
Capt.
That your purse and weapon to the utmost