Corp. O ho! am I so?—then obey orders, you riotous rascals, and keep your tongues between the few teeth the civil war has been civil enough to leave you. What! is it for a parcel of pitiful privates to gabble before their superior officer! know yourselves for a set of ignorant boobies, as you are—and do not forget that I am at the head of you.
Drum. But, pr'ythee, good Master Corporal, what news?
Corp. Ay, there it is; good Master Corporal, and sweet Master Corporal, the news? who is to tell you, but I? and what do I ever get by it?
Fifer. Come, come, you shall have our thanks with all our hearts;—we promise you that.
Soldier. Ay, ay, that you shall—now for it!
Corp. Then!—You remember your promise?
All Soldiers. Yes, yes, we do.
Corp. Why, then, you'll all have your throats cut before to-morrow morning.
All. How!