Pet. None I thank ye?
A short and touchie answer. None I thank ye:
Ye do not scorn it, do ye?
Jun. Gods defend, Sir;
I owe him still more honor.
Pet. None, I thank ye:
No company, no drink, no wench, I thank ye.
Ye shall be worse intreated, Sir.
Jun. Petillius,
As thou art honest, leave me.
Pet. None, I thank ye;
A modest and a decent resolution,
And well put on. Yes, I will leave ye, Junius,
And leave ye to the boys, that very shortly
Shall all salute ye, by your new sirname
Of Junius None I thank ye. I would starve now,
Hang, drown, despair, deserve the forks, lie open
To all the dangerous passes of a wench,
Bound to believe her tears, and wed her aches,
E'r I would own thy follies. I have found ye,
Your lays, and out-leaps Junius, haunts, and lodges:
I have view'd ye, and I have found ye by my skill
To be a fool o'th' first head, Junius,
And I will hunt ye: ye are in love, I know it:
Ye are an ass, and all the Camp shall know it.
A peevish idle boy; your Dame shall know it;
[A wronger of my care; your self shall know it.]
Enter Corporal Judas, and four Soldiers.
Jud. A Bean? a Princely diet, a full Banquet,
To what we compass.
1 Sold. Fight like Hogs for Acorns?
2 Sold. Venture our lives for Pig-nuts?
Pet. What ail these Rascals?