Har. Come, men, to quarters—
In four hours' time we march
To join Lord Essex—see your girths are slack'd,
Your pistols prim'd, your beasts fed, and your souls
Watching for grace, the word is "Kill and slay"—
'Twere best all eat, for I will fast and pray.
[Exeunt HARRISON and IRETON, R.S.E.]
A Soldier. [To William.] I say, wilt thou discourse?
2nd Sold. Give him a text.
3rd Sold. He lacketh speech—He is a dumb Amalekite.
1st Sold. I will even awaken him with a prick of my sword.
Host. Nay! he is strong in the word. [To William.] Preach something, if thou beest wise.
Will. What the devil!—
3rd Sold. Ay! uplift thy voice against Beelzebub.
Host. Thou couldst talk fast enough just now.