Mod. I see I am undon: the[180] hay choakes all, I cannot get beside it.
Enter Captaine & Soldiers.
Cap. Stir not a foote,
For he that do's has mett his preist.—Goe, ceize his body,
But hurt him not. You must along with us, Sir:
We have an easie nag will swym away with ye,—
You ghesse the cause, I am sure. When you are ith' saddle once,
Let your Boores loose; we'll show 'em such a baste.
Do not deiect yourself nor rayle at fortune;
They are no helpes: thincke what you have to answeare.
Mod. Captaine, within this Castle in ready coyne I have a thousand ducketts: doe me one curtesie, It shalbe brought out presently.
Cap. What is it? For I have use of money.
Mod. Doe but shoot me, Clap both your Pistolls into me.
Cap. No, I thanck ye,
I know a trick worth ten o'that: ile love ye
And bring ye to those men that love to see ye.
Away, away; and keepe your pistolls spand still:
We may be forced.
Mod. I am undon for ever.
[Exeunt.