Hum. What shall I do? I have been beaten twice.
And Mistris Luce is gone? help me device:
Since my true-love is gone, I never more,
Whilst I do live, upon the Skie will pore;
But in the dark will wear out my shoo-soles
In passion, in Saint Faiths Church under Pauls. [Exit.
Wife. George call Rafe hither, if you love me call Rafe hither, I have the bravest thing for him to do George; prethee, call him quickly.
Cit. Rafe, why Rafe boy.
Enter Rafe.
Rafe. Here Sir.
Cit. Come hither Rafe, come to thy Mistris Boy.
Wife. Rafe I would have thee call all the youths together in battle-ray, with Drums, and Guns, and flags, and march to Mile-end in pompous fashion, and there exhort your Souldiers to be merry and wise, and to keep their beards from burning Rafe, and then skirmish, and let your flags fly, and cry, kill, kill, kill: my husband shall lend you his Jerkin Rafe, and there's a Scarfe; for the rest, the house shall furnish you, and we'll pay for't: do it bravely Rafe, and think before whom you perform, and what person you represent.
Rafe. I warrant you Mistress, if I do it not, for the honor of the City, and the credit of my Master, let me never hope for freedome.
Wife. 'Tis well spoken i'faith; go thy waies, thou art a spark indeed.
Cit. Ralph, double your files bravely Ralph.