Joy. No matter, Sir, I’ll make you know I’m a Freeborn Subject, there’s Law for the Righteous, Sir, there’s Law. [[Go out.]
Cor. There’s Halters, ye Rogues—
2 Sold. Come, Lads, let’s to the Tavern, and drink Success to Change; I doubt not but to see ’em chop about, till it come to our great Hero again—Come to the Tavern.
[Going out, are met by Loveless and Freeman, who enter, and stay the Corporal.
Cor. I’ll follow ye, Comrade, presently.
[Ex. [the rest of the Soldiers].
—Save ye, noble Colonel.
Free. How is’t, Corporal?
Cor. A brave World, Sir, full of Religion, Knavery, and Change: we shall shortly see better Days.
Free. I doubt it, Corporal.