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SCENE 4.
Enter Theodore, Putskie, Ancient, Soldiers, with Drums and Colours.
The.
'Tis known we are up, and marching: no ••ubmission,
No Promise of base Peace can cure our Maladies,
We have suffer'd beyond all Repair of Honour:
Your valiant old Man's whipt; whipt, Gentlemen,
Whipt like a Slave: that Flesh that never trembled,
Nor shrunk one Sinew at a thousand Charges;
That noble Body rib'd in Arms, the Enemy
So often shook at, and then shunn'd like Thunder,
That Body's torn with Lashes.
Anc.
Let's turn Head.
Put.
Turn nothing, Gentlemen, let's march on fairly,
Unless they charge us.
The.
Think still of his Abuses,
And keep your Angers.
Anc.
He was whipt like a Top,
I never saw a Whore so lac'd: Court School butter?
Is this their Diet? I'll dress '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 Soldiers,
Live to endure this, and look on too?
Put.
Forward:
They may call back the Sun as soon, stay Time,
Prescribe a Law to Death, as we endure this.
The.
They will make you all fair Promises.
Anc.
We care not.
The.
Use all their Arts upon you.
Anc.
Hang all their Arts.
Put.
And happily they'll bring him with 'em.
Anc.
March apace then,
He is old and cannot overtake us.
Put.
Say he do.
Anc.
We'll run away with him: they shall never see him more:
The Truth is, we'll hear nothing, stop at nothing,
Consider nothing but our way; believe nothing,
Not though they say their Prayers: be content with nothing,
But the knocking our their Brains: and last, do nothing,
But ban 'em and curse 'em, till we come to kill 'em.
The.
Remove them forwards bravely; keep your Minds whole,
And the next time we face 'em, shall be fatal.
Exeunt.