Ron. What wouldst thou do
To merit such a Ladies favor?
Sess. Any thing.
Ron. That can supply thy wants, and raise thy fortunes?
Ses. Let her command, and see what I dare execute.
I keep my conscience here; if any man
Oppose her will, and she would have him humbled,
Whole families between her and her wishes—
Mast. We have seen bleeding throats sir, Cities sackt;
And infants stuck upon their pikes.
Botes. Houses a fire, and handsome mothers weeping.
Ses. Which we have heaped upon the pile like sacrifices.
Churches and Altars, Priests and all devotions,
Tumbled together into one rude Chaos.
Gun. We know no fear Sir, but want of imployment.
Sess. Nor other faith but what our purses preach.
To gain our ends we can do any thing,
And turn our souls into a thousand figures;
But when we come to do—
Mart. I like these fellows.