[Enter Officers.]
PYE.
Oh peace now—I have a Cordial here to comfort thee.
OFFICER.
Down with ’em, down with em; lay hands upon the villain.
SKIRMISH.
Lay hands on me?
PYE.
I’ll not be seen among em now.
[Exit Pye-board.]
CORPORAL.
I’m hurt, and had more need have Surgeons
Lay hands upon me then rough Officers.
OFFICER.
Go, carry him to be dressed then.
[Exeunt some of the Sheriff’s Officers with Corporal Oath.]
This mutinous Soldier shall along with me to prison.