2 Dau. One shot, gentle Uncle.
Car. One cut her fiddle-string: Bear 'em off I say.
1 Dau. The —— take this fortune.
Car. Learn to spin,
And curse your knotted hemp: go Gentlemen, [Exeunt Daughters.
Safely go off, up to your Troops: be wiser,
There thank me like tall Soldiers: I shall seek ye. [Exit Caratach.
Cur. A noble worth.
Dec. Well Junius.
Jun. Pray ye no more.
Cur. He blushes, do not load him.
Dec. Where's your love now? [Drums loud again.
Jun. Puffe, there it flies: Come, let's redeem our follies.