Mar. Enter it, I pray you,
For I am faint, although I think my wound
Be nothing. Soldiers, leave us now: I thank you.
1. Sold. Heaven send you health Sir.
Serv. Let me lead you in.
Mark. My wound's not in my feet; I shall entreat 'em
I hope to bear me so far. [Exit.
2. Sold. How seriously these land men fled, when our General made a
Shot, as if he had been a warning to call 'em to their Hall.
1. Sold. I cannot blame 'em, What man have they now in the
Town, able to maintain a Tumult, or uphold a matter out
Of square if need be? O the quiet hurley burleys that I
Have seen in this Town, when we have fought four hours
Together, and not a man amongst us so impertinent or
Modest to ask why? but now the pillars that bare
Up this blessed Town in that regular debate, and
Scambling, are dead, the more's the pitty.
2. Sold. Old Ignatio lives still.
1. Sold. Yes, I know him: he will do prettily well at a mans liver:
But where is there any man now living in the Town
That hath a steady hand, and understands Anatomy
Well? if it come to a particular matter of the lungs,
Or the spleen, why? alas Ignatio is to seek; are
There any such men left as I have known, that
Would say they would hit you in this place? is there
Ever a good heartist, or a member-percer, or a
Small-gut man left in the Town, answer
Me that?
2. Sold. Mass, I think there be not.
1. Sold. No, I warrant thee. Come, come, 'tis time
We were at the Galleys. [Exeunt.