Leo. Rogue, what a name hast thou lost?
Lieu. You may help it, Yet you may help't: I'le doe ye any courtesie: I know you love a wench well.
Enter 2 Gentlemen.
Leo. Look upon him; Do you look too.
2 Gent. What should I look on? I come to tell ye, the Prince stayes your direction, We have 'em now i'th' Coop, Sir.
Leo. Let 'em rest there, And chew upon their miseries: but look first—
Lieu. I cannot fight for all this.
Leo. Look on this fellow.
2 Gent. I know him; 'tis the valiant brave Lieutenant.
Leo. Canst thou hear this, and play the Rogue? steal off quickly,
Behind me quickly neatly do it,
And rush into the thickest of the enemy,
And if thou kill'st but two.
Lieu. You may excuse me, 'Tis not my fault: I dare not fight.