Capt. Hark ye, Sirrah, leave preaching, and fall to declaring for us, or thou art mortal.
Ana. Nay, I say nay, I will die in my Calling—yea, I will fall a Sacrifice to the Good Old Cause; abomination ye with a mighty Hand, and will destroy, demolish and confound your Idols, those heathenish Malignants whom you follow, even with Thunder and Lightning, even as a Field of Corn blasted by a strong Blast.
Lov. Knock him down!
All. Down with Dagon, down with him!
Hews. Ah, Rogues, have I caught ye napping?
[They all surround him and his Red-Coats.
All. Whoop Cobler, Whoop Cobler!
[The Boys, Lov. and Free. Corp. and Sold. beat off Hewson and his Party. [Ana. gets a Sword, and fights too.]