Some days are lucky, some unfortunate.
Alb. But why this day more lucky than the rest?
Con. Because this day
Is sacred to the patron of our isle;
A christian and a soldier's annual feast.
Alb. Oh, now I understand you. This is St George of Cappadocia's day. Well, it may be so, but faith I was ignorant. We soldiers seldom examine the rubrick, and now and then a saint may happen to slip by us; but, if he be a gentleman saint, he will forgive us.
Con. Oswald undoubtedly will fight it bravely.
Aur. And it behoves him well, 'tis his last stake. But what manner of man is this Oswald? Have you ever seen him? [To Albanact.
Alb. Never but once; and that was to my cost too. I followed him too close, and, to say the truth, somewhat uncivilly, upon a rout; but he turned upon me, as quick and as round as a chafed boar, and gave me two licks a-cross the face, to put me in mind of my Christianity.
Con. I know him well; he's free and open-hearted.