Cost. Nothing but the king's picture, that the serjeant gave me just now.
Kite. See there, a guinea, one and twenty shillings; t'other has the fellow on't.
Plume. The case is plain, gentlemen: the goods are found upon you: those pieces of gold are worth one-and-twenty shillings each.
Cost. So it seems that Carolus is one-and-twenty shillings in Latin.
Tho. 'Tis the same thing in Greek, for we are listed.
Cost. Flesh; but we an't, Tummus: I desire to be carried before the mayor, captain.
[Captain and Serjeant whisper the while.
Plume. 'Twill never do, Kite—your damned tricks will ruin me at last—I won't lose the fellows, though, if I can help it.—Well, gentlemen, there must be some trick in this; my serjeant offers to take his oath that you are fairly listed.
Tho. Why, captain, we know that you soldiers have more liberty of conscience than other folks; but for me or neighbour Costar here to take such an oath, 'twould be downright perjuration.
Plume. Lookye, rascal, you villain! If I find that you have imposed upon these two honest fellows, I'll trample you to death, you dog—Come, how was't?