4. I'll pledge thee my Corporal, were it a Flagon
After Watch fiercer, than George did the Dragon,
What blood we loose i' th' Town, we gain i th' Tuns,
Furr'd Gowns, and flat Caps, give the wall to Guns
Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,
Drink, laugh, and sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
Ser. Which Walk?
Nor. Why that, Sir,
Where the fine City Dames meet to make matches.
Ser. I know it.
Nor. Speed ye then: what mirth is this?
The Watches are not yet discharg'd, I take it:
These are brave careless Rogues; I'll hear the Song out
And then I'll fit ye for't, merry Companions:
Here's notable Order, now for a trick to tame ye—
Owgh, owgh.
1. Wat. Hark, hark, what's that below us, who goes there?
Nor. Owgh, owgh, owgh.
2. Wat. 'Tis a Bear broke loose: pray call the Corporal.
1. Wat. The Dutchmans huge fat Sow.
2. Wat. I see her now, and five fine pigs.