CORPORAL FLINT.
Nor ever will be with that old stingy booby. Look here— take it. [Gives him a purse.]
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
What must I do for this?
CORPORAL FLINT.
Mark me, our lieutenant is in love with the old rogue’s daughter: help us to break his worship’s bones, and carry off the girl, and you are a made man.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I’ll see you hanged first, you pack of skurry villains! [Throws away the purse.]
CORPORAL FLINT.
What, sirrah, do you mutiny? Lay hold of him.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, then, I’ll try your armour for you. [Beats them.]
ALL.
Oh! oh!—quarter! quarter!
[Exeunt CORPORAL FLINT and SOLDIERS.]
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
[Coming forward.] Trim them, trounce them, break their bones, honest Humphrey—What a spirit he has!
DR. ROSY.
Aquafortis. O’Con. Betray your master!