Jun. Out of my thoughts, ye slaves.
4 Sold. Or rather pity.
3 Sold. Your warlike remedy against the maw-worms.
Jud. Or notable receipt to live by nothing.
Petill. Out with your Table-books.
Jun. Is this true friendship?
And must my killing-griefs make others May-games?
Stand from my swords point, slaves, your poor starv'd spirits
Can make me no oblations; else, O love,
Thou proudly blind destruction, I would send thee
Whole Hecatoms of hearts, to bleed my sorrows.
Jud. Alas, he lives by love, Sir. [Exit Junius.
Pet. So he does, Sir,
And cannot you do so too? All my Company
Are now in love, ne'r think of meat, nor talk
Of what Provant is: Aymees, and Hearty hey-hoes,
Are Sallets fit for Soldiers. Live by meat;
By larding up your bodies? 'tis lewd, and lazie,
And shews ye meerly mortal, dull, and drives ye
To fight like Camels, with baskets at your noses.
Get ye in love; ye can whore well enough,
That all the world knows: fast ye into Famine,
Yet ye can crawl like Crabs to wenches, handsomely,
Fall but in love now, as ye see example,
And follow it but with all your thoughts, probatum,
There's so much charge sav'd, and your hunger's ended.
Away, I hear the General: get ye in love all, [Drum afar off.
Up to the ears in love, that I may hear
No more of these rude murmurings; and discreetly
Carry your stomachs, or I prophesie
A pickel'd Rope will choak ye. Jog, and talk not. [Exeunt.
Enter Swetonius, Demetrius, Decius, Drum, Colours.
Swet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatch'd
To Penyus, to command him to bring up
The Volans Regiment?