[Exeunt plebeii.
SCENE II.
Enter a Regiment of Trepanners and Tarpaulins, with drum and colours, gallantly marching in their victorious return and prosperous success from Tunis.
1st Off. Sa-sa.
2d Off. Ran-tan.
3d Off. Tara-tantara. Thus far from the Isle of Canary. Is not this better, my boys, than trepanning an old drolling friar for a sequestered bond?—Hey boys, here be those Indian rats that cant and chirp in my pocket, as if after a long apprenticeship they sought to be made freemen.
[He shakes his pocket.
But I must not yet enlarge them.
2d Off. O ye pitiful simpletons, who spend your days in throwing cudgels at Jack-a-Lents or Shrove-cocks!
3d Off. Nay, in making gooselings in embers: and starting as if they were planet-struck at the weak report of a pot-gun.