A dog you worship, and partake his nature;
A race of speaking spaniels.
Panth. Let them go; we'll do our work without them.
Clean. The comfort is, our foes are like our friends;
Holiday heroes, drawn out once a month,
At public charge, to eat, and to be drunk;
Mere mouths of war.
Enter Sosibius and Cœnus, at the Head of many Egyptians: They, who spoke before, bolt out of their Doors, and join with them.
Sosib. 'Twas what I always feared,—even when I saved thee,—
To find thee thus engaged among my foes: