Soldier. Now, fellow, speak! tell me who you fight for.
Fool. Marry, will I, very willingly. Pray canst tell who has the best of the battle?
Soldier. The White Rose, to be sure: we are the strongest.
Fool. Thank you, friend: pass on—I'm on your side. [Exit Soldier.] A low clown, now, might stagger at this shifting; but your true, court-bred fool, always cuts the cloth of his conscience to the fashion of the times. [Exit.
Enter Gregory and Adeline, hastily.
Gregory. Run, run, madam! follow a blockhead's advice, and run, or 'tis all over with us.
Adeline. Whither shall I fly! Fatigue and despair so wear and press me, I scarcely know what course to take.
Gregory. Take to your legs, madam! Get on now, or we shall never be able to get off. Come, my dear, good, Lady Adeline! Lord! Lord! only to see now, what little resolution people have, that they can't run away when there's danger. [Shout.] Plague on your shouting! Since they must make soldiers of us—the light troops against the field, say I!
[Exit, running, followed by Adeline.
Alarm—Shout—and Retreat sounded.