Enter Lieutenant with Colours in his hand, pursuing 3 or 4 Souldiers.
Lie. Follow that blow, my friend, there's at your coxcombs, I fight to save me from the Surgions miseries.
Leo. How the Knave curries 'em?
Lieu. You cannot Rogues,
Till you have my Diseases, flie my fury,
Ye Bread and Butter Rogues, do ye run from me?
And my side would give me leave, I would so hunt ye,
Ye Porridg gutted Slaves, ye Veal broth-Boobies.
Enter Demetrius, and Physicians, and Gentlemen.
Leo. Enough, enough Lieutenant, thou hast done bravely.
Dem. Mirrour of man.
Lieu. There's a Flag for ye, Sir, I took it out o'th' shop, and never paid for't, I'le to 'em again, I am not come to th' text yet.
Dem. No more my Souldier: beshrew my heart he is hurt sore.
Leo. Hang him, he'l lick all th^se whole.