Tim. What, is the roistering Hector gone, Brother?
Dull. Ay, ay, and the Devil go with him. Looking sadly, Tim. comes out.
Tim. Was there ever such a Bull of Bashan! Why, what if he should come down upon us and kill us all for Traitors.
Dull. I rather think the Council will hang us all for Cowards—ah—oh—a Drum—a Drum—oh. He goes out.
Tim. This is the Misery of being great.
We’re sacrific’d to every turn of State.
[ ACT III.]
[ Scene I.] The Country Court, a great Table, with Papers, a Clerk writing.
Enter a great many People of all sorts, then Friendly, after him Dullman.