Mod. Look't they like Soldiers?
2 Hunt. For certaine they are Soldiers; for if theis are eyes I saw their pistolls.
Mod. Many?
2 Hunt. Some half a score, Sir.
Mod. I am betraide: away and raise the Boores up, Bid 'em deale manfully.
1 Hunt. Take a close way home And clap your spurres on roundly.
Mod. No place safe for me! This Prince has long armes, and his kindled anger A thousand eyes—Make hast and raise the Cuntry.
[Exeunt.
Enter Captn & Soldiers.
Cap. This was a narrow scape; he was ith' feild, sure.