Enter Cor. below, and Watch.
Cor. Go softly, and fall upon 'em finely, nimb[l]y.
1. Wat. Bless me.
Cor. Why, what's the matter?
1. Wat. Oh the devil?
The devil, as high as a Steeple.
2. Wat. There he goes Corporal,
His feet are Cloven too.
Cor. Stand, stand I say: death, how I shake!
Where be your Muskets?
1 Wat. There's no good of them:
Where be our Prayers, man?
2 Wat. Lord, how he stalks: speak to him Corporal.
Cor. Why, what a devil art thou.