CLOWN.
Now, Mars, for thy honor,
Dutch or French,
So it be a wench,
I’ll upon her.
[Exeunt some and Sherwin.]
WILLIAMSON.
Now, lads, sure shall we labor in our safety.
I hear the Mayor hath gathered men in arms,
And that Shreeve More an hour ago rised
Some of the Privy Counsel in at Ludgate:
Force now must make our peace, or else we fall;
’Twill soon be known we are the principal.
DOLL. And what of that? if thou beest afraid, husband, go home again, and hide they head; for, by the Lord, I’ll have a little sport, now we are at it.
GEORGE.
Let’s stand upon our swords, and, if they come,
Receive them as they were our enemies.
[Enter Sherwin and the rest.]
CLOWN.
A purchase, a purchase! we have found, we ha found—
DOLL.
What?
CLOWN. Nothing; not a French Fleming nor a Fleming French to be found; but all fled, in plain English.
LINCOLN.
How now! have you found any?