Ron. Keep a strict watch,
And let the guards be doubled, this last night
The King had fearful dreams.
Sess. 'Tis a good Omen
To our attempts.
Ron. What men are these? what seek you?
Sess. Imployment.
Ron. Of what nature?
Sess. We are Soldiers;
We have seen Towns and Churches set on fire;
The Kennels runing blood, Coy virgins ravish'd;
The Altars ransack'd, and the holy reliques,
Yea, and the Saints themselves, made lawful spoyls,
Unto the Conquerors: but these good days are past,
And we made Beggars, by this idle peace,
For want of action. I am Sir no stranger
To the Gover[n]ment of this state, I know the King
Needs men, that only do what he commands,
And search no farther: 'tis the profession
Of all our Nation, to serve faithfully,
Where th' are best payed: and if you entertain us,
I do not know the thing you can command,
Which we'll not put in act.
Ron. A goodly Personage.
Mast. And if you have an Enemy, or so
That you would have dispatch'd.
Gun. They are here, can fit you.
Boats. Or if there be an Itch, though to a man.