Tho. But, Sir, you must have a dry Nurse, as many Captaines have. Let me see: I can hire you an old limping decayed Sergeant at Brainford that taught the boyes,—he that had his beard sing'd of at the last Muster: hee'le doe it bravely.
Un. What must he have?
Tho. Alas, twenty pipes[219] of Barmudas a day, six flagons of March[220] beere, a quart of Sack in a weeke, for he scornes meate; and the kitching wench to bring the shirt to him and the only band, for Cuffs he gets none but such as his drunkennes procures him with quarrelling.
Un. No, I shall be bashfull to learne of a stranger, thou sha't goe seeke out Captaine Sackburye.
Tho. He that weares no money in his scarlett hose, and when he is drunke is infected with Counsell?
Un. The very same; you shall find him at his Lodging in Fleetstreet or in the next taverne. Give him this Letter; tell him I desire his Companie this summer in the Country. He shall have a horse of mine, say:—here, give him this gold, too.
Tho. I hope it is gameing gold.
Un. He shall read warres to me and fortification.
Tho. I can teach you to build a sconce[221], sir.
Un. Beside, he is very valiant; he beate me twice when he was drunk, but, poore fellow, I ask'd him forgivenes the next day. Make hast, good Thomas, and remember all the Tacticks.