Capt. Arm, honest friends, arm suddenly and bravely,
And with your antient resolutions follow me;
Look how the Beacons show like Comets, your poor neighbors
Run maddingly affrighted through the Villages;
Syenna's Duke is up, burns all before him,
And with his sword, makes thousand mothers childless.
Soto. What's this to our Morris-dancers?
Sil. This may serve my turn.
Soto. There's ne'r a Duke in Christendom but loves a May-game.
Capt. At a horse you were always ceaz'd, put your Son on him,
And arm him well i' th' States name, I command ye;
And they that dare go voluntary, shall receive reward.
Soto. I dare go no way, Sir, this is strange, Master Captain,
You cannot be content to spoil our sport here,
Which I do not think your Worship's able to answer,
But you must set us together by the ears with I know not who too?
We are for the bodily part o' th' dance.
Cap. Arm him suddainly,
This is no time to fool, I shall return ye else,
A rebel to the General, State, and Duchess,
And how you'll answer then—
Far. I have no more Sons, Sir,
This is my only boy; I beseech ye Master Captain.
Soto. I am a rank coward too, to say the truth, Sir,
I never had good luck at buffets neither.
Far. Here's vorty shillings, spare the child.