4 Cit. That's strange.
3 Cit. Why, ay; but when a man chuses a rope for his preferment, few are found envious enough to dispute the title with him.—By the rood! here they come!
Enter Eustache de St. Pierre, Ribaumont, La Gloire, John d'Aire, J. Wissant, P. Wissant, going to execution: a Procession of Soldiers, Friars, Nuns, &c. accompanying them.—A solemn March; then, a Halt.
Ribau. I pr'ythee, peace, Eustache! I fain would 'scape
Observance from the rabble. Hurry o'er
This irksome march; and straightway to the camp.
Eust. Enough—Set forth! We are engaged, my friends,
Upon a business here, which most, I wot,
Do think of moment; and we would not waste