THE SOLDIER'S FORTUNE.
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.—The Mall in St. James's Park.
Enter Beaugard, Courtine, and Fourbin.
Beau. A pox o' fortune! Thou art always teasing me about fortune: thou risest in a morning with ill-luck in thy mouth; nay, never eatest a dinner, but thou sighest two hours after it, with thinking where to get the next. Fortune be damned, since the world's so wide!
Cour. As wide as it is, 'tis so thronged and crammed with knaves and fools, that an honest man can hardly get a living in it.
Beau. Do, rail, Courtine, do: it may get thee employment.
Cour. At you I ought to rail; 'twas your fault we left our employments abroad, to come home and be loyal; and now we as loyally starve for it.