Lieu. Good Colonel.
Leo. A coward in full bloud; prethee be plain with me, Will roasting doe thee any good?
Lieu. Nor basting neither, Sir.
Leo. Marry that goes hard.
Enter 1 Gentleman.
1 Gent. Where are you Colonel?
The Prince experts ye Sir; h'as hedg'd the enemy
Within a streight, where all the hopes and valours
Of all men living cannot force a passage,
He has 'em now.
Leo. I knew all this before Sir, I chalk'd him out his way: but do you see that thing there?
Lieu. Nay good sweet Colonel, I'le fight a little.
Leo. That thing?
1 Gent. What thing? I see the brave Lieutenant.