Chal. Tis a shrow'd one.
Cler. "Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none:"
Retaine you that, sir? who said so?
Mail. Twas I.
Cler. Thy owne tongue damne thy infidelitie!
But, Captaines all, you know me nobly borne;80
Use yee t'assault such men as I with lackyes?
Chal. They are no lackyes, sir, but souldiers
Disguis'd in lackyes coates.
1 Sold. Sir, wee have seene the enemie.