How that his Grace gives me in charge, goes from me?
Buss. That's very perfect, sir.
Maff. Why, very good, sir;
I pray, then, give me leave. If for no pamphlet,
May I not know what other merit in you
Makes his compunction willing to relieve you?175
Buss. No merit in the world, sir.
Maff. That is strange.
Y'are a poore souldier, are you?
Buss. That I am, sir.