Ant.—Or of a Warrior, who could say kill and burn Captives to appease the Dead.
Dis.—Ay, Antiquarius! or it might be a Slave’s!
Ant.—Why even so; and now my lady Worm’s chapless and knocked about the mazzard with a Sexton’s shovel. Here’s fine revolution an’ we had our spectacles to see’t, Prodigious to think on’t.
1st Bar. Dig. continues digging and sings
A Mattoc, Shovel, and a Spade,
Will dig up human bones;
To play at Marbles Britons made,
Some small round Portland Stones.
If Casques we find, or iron arms,
Of curious form and make,