Char. But are they good?
Egre. As good as France can shew Sir.
Char. Are you willing to leave those, and take your safeties? Speak quickly.
Eust. Yes with all our hearts.
Char. 'Tis done then. Many have got one Horse, I've got four by th' bargain.
Enter Miramont.
Mir. How now, who's here?
Ser. Nay, now y'are gone without bail.
Mir. What, drawn, my Friends? Fetch me my two-hand Sword; I will not leave a head on your shoulders, Wretches.
Eust. In troth, Sir, I came but to do my duty.