Militiaman.
Well, my tin soldiers? Under a shot like that
To stand as cold as you do!
(Shouts in the ear of the First Sentry)
Punch, old man!
(To himself)
The wind of liquor and they've gone dead drunk!
First Sentry.
(Starts for the mill-gate, then turns)
Who said 'shut up' when some man back there cried
'Hurrah for Egerton'?