Ped. What, he with the lofty presence and broad shoulders?
Soldier. Ay!
Gil (to the soldiers). Well then, my lads, we shall agree together very well, eh?
Soldiers. Long live our noble Ensign!
[Exeunt soldiers.
Ped. Now’s the time!
Gil (to himself). ’Fore heaven, this soldiering would be pleasant enough did not that trouble follow and plague me.
Ped. Sir!
Gil. Leaving Isabel at such a risk—
Ped. Sir Ensign!