| Enter Plume, singing. |
| Over the hills and over the main, |
| To Flanders, Portugal, or Spain; |
| The king commands and we'll obey, |
| Over the hills and far away. |
Come on my men of mirth, away with it; I'll make one among ye. Who are these hearty lads?
Kite. Off with your hats; 'ounds! off with your hats: this is the captain, the captain.
Tho. We have seen captains afore now, mun.
Cost. Ay, and lieutenant-captains too. 'Sflesh! I'll keep on my nab.
Tho. And I'se scarcely d'off mine for any captain in England. My vether's a freeholder.
Plume. Who are those jolly lads, serjeant?
Kite. A couple of honest brave fellows that are willing to serve the king: I have entertained them just now as volunteers, under your honour's command.
Plume. And good entertainment they shall have: volunteers are the men I want; those are the men fit to make soldiers, captains, generals.
Cost. Wounds, Tummas, what's this! are you listed?