Bow. My name's Dick Bowyer.
Clow. Then, master Dicke Bowyer, after my heartie commendations, adue! but as for the rest I shall, I say no more, I shall. [Exit.
Bow. How now, Core? how can you answer your being a tippling when you should stand Sentinel?
Core. Beleeve me, Captayne, I had but a whiffe or two; for I was passing dry.
Bow. Thou art alwayes dry: the whorson Maultworm has a throat like the burning Clyme or a Glassemakers Furnace. But your remove from thence has sav'd you from the boults. How now? what Water-Spanyell have we heere?
Enter Nod.
Core. Tis Lieutenant Nod.
Nod. Captayne, deride me not. I protest I came by this mischaunce by good service, by following a spy that came to discover our army.
Bow. O notable Rogue! did not I find thee asleepe and threw thee into a ditch?
Nod. Was't you? by this light, I took you for a spy.