Ger. But what a devil made the noblemen
Rebel? they never mind religion.
Ern. Why, that which made the devil himself rebel—
Ambition.
Sil. This is a pleasant fellow. [Aside.
I find you gentlemen-soldiers want no wit.
Ern. When we're well paid, sir, but that's so seldom,
I find that gentleman wants wit that is
A soldier. Your company's very good,
But I have business which requires despatch.
Ped. Will you not mend your draught before you go?
Ern. I thank you, sir, I have done very well.
All. Your servant, your servant, &c. [Exeunt.
Enter Camilla, Porcia, Flora.
Por. Was e'er disaster like to mine, Camilla?
Cam. Was e'er misfortune, Porcia, like to mine?