Herald. If any common Soldier love an enemy, he's whip'd and made a slave: If any Captain, cast, with loss of honors, flung out o'th' Army, and made unable ever after to bear the name of a Soldier.
Jun. The —— consume ye all, Rogues. [Exit Jun.
Petill. Let this work:
H'as something now to chew upon: he's gone,
Come, shake no more.
Her. Well, Sir, you may command me,
But not to do the like again for Europe;
I would have given my life for a bent two-pence.
If I e'r read to Lovers whilst I live again,
Or come within their confines—
Petill. There's your payment,
And keep this private.
Her. I am school'd for talking. [Exit Herald.
Enter Demetrius.
Petill. How now, Demetrius, are we drawn?
Dem. 'Tis doing:
Your Company stands fair; but pray ye, where's Junius?
Half his command are wanting, with some forty
That Decius leads.
Petill. Hunting for Victuals:
Upon my life free-booting Rogues, their stomachs
Are like a widows lust, ne'r satisfied.