Lord Rake. Live Don Quixote the Second!
Sir John. Sancho, my 'Squire, help me on with my Armour.
Tayl. O dear Gentlemen! I shall be quite undone if you take the Sack.
Sir John. Retire, Sirrah! and since you carry off your Skin, go home and be happy.
Tayl. I think I'd e'en as good follow the Gentleman's Advice, for if I dispute any longer, who knows but the whim may take 'em to case me—These Courtiers are fuller of Tricks than they are of Money: they'll sooner break a Man's Bones, than pay his Bill.
[Exit Tayl.
Sir John. So! how d'ye like my shapes now?
Lord Rake. To a Miracle! He looks like a Queen of the Amazons—But to your Arms! Gentlemen! The Enemy's upon their March—here's the Watch—
Sir John. 'Oons! if it were Alexander the Great, at the Head of his Army, I would drive him into a Horse-Pond.
All. Huzza! O brave Knight!