Nay 'tis no dream: 'tis good gold: take it freely,
'Twill keep ye in good heart.
2 Sol. Now goodness quit ye.
Sep. I'le be a friend to your afflictions,
And eat, and drink with ye too, and we'l be merry:
And every day I'le see ye.
1 Sol. You are a Souldier,
And one sent from the Gods, I think.
Sep. I'le cloth ye,
Ye are lame, and then provide good lodging for ye: