Prig. Knock at your hard hearts Rogues, and presently
Give us a sign you feel compunction,
Every man up with's cudgel, and on his neighbour
Bestow such alms, 'till we shall say sufficient,
For there your sentence lyes without partiality;
Either of head, or hide Rogues, without sparing,
Or we shall take the pains to beat you dead else:
You shall know your doom.
Hig. One, two, and three about it.
Prig. That fellow in the blue, has true Compunction, [Beat one another. He beats his fellows bravely, oh, well struck boyes.
Enter Gerrard.
Hig. Up with that blue breech, now playes he the Devil. So get ye home, drink small beer, and be honest; Call in the Gentleman.
Ger. Do, bring him presently, His cause I'le hear my self.
Enter Hemskirk.
Hig. Prig. With all due reverence, We do resign Sir.
Ger. Now huffing Sir, what's your name?
Hem. What's that to you Sir?