Re-enter Beaugard.
Beaugard, well met again; how go matters? handsomely?
Beau. Oh, very handsomely! had you but seen how handsomely I was used just now, you would swear so. I have heard thee rail in my time; would thou wouldst exercise thy talent a little at present!
Cour. At what?
Beau. Why, canst thou ever want a subject? rail at thyself, rail at me—I deserve to be railed at. See there, what thinkest thou of that engine, that moving lump of filthiness, miscalled a man?
A clumsy fellow marches over the Stage, dressed like an Officer.
Cour. Curse on him for a rogue, I know him.
Beau. So.
Cour. The rascal was a retailer of ale but yesterday, and now he is an officer and be hanged; 'tis a dainty sight in a morning to see him with his toes turned in, drawing his legs after him, at the head of a hundred lusty fellows. Some honest gentleman or other stays now, because that dog had money to bribe some corrupt colonel withal.
Enter another, gravely dressed.