Host. These be now your civil wars: didst mark? he said all should have been paid. Now, with them that were here, there were some fourscore and ten quarts that might have been drunk, had they staid an hour or so; and now to ride off thirsty to be killed.
Will. Well, it might have been worse, for they might have drunk it, and departed in that military haste which precludes payment.
Host. Ay! ay! thou wilt have thy jest.
[Exit into house.]
[Enter ARTHUR WALTON, L.]
Arth. Where hast thou been so long?
[To WILLIAM.]
Will. Truly at the burial of one Generosity!
Arth. And what manner of person was he?
Will. A fool in this world, but an angel of light in the next; if the word of God be true, which I remember to have heard in my childhood in the church there.