All. Come, sir, you shall answere your walking before our Captayne.
Clow. Well, sirs, take heed what you doe: I am a Princes man; if you stay me upon the kings hye way I can lay fellowship to your charge.
Core. But, sirra, we can lay Treason to thine for being without the word.
Clow. Without the word! O pernicious Frenchman! without the word! why, I have call'd thee Villayne, him Rascall, this Slave, that Rogue; and am I still without the word.
Core. I, sir, the word that must serve your turne, the Watch-word.
Clow. Fayth, y'are like to watch this twelve moneth ere you have any other words at my hands.
Bow. How now, masters? what calfe are you dragging to the slaughter-house there, ha?
Core. A stragler and a spy, Captayne, I pray examine him.
Bow. So, Lieutenant Core, you are crept from your cups at last: Ile talke with you anon. But, sirra, to you: From whence come you?
Clow. I came, Sir, from the king of Fraunces campe.