eyewash, eyewash. And such a running to and fro and a go
this way and a go that way, and a burnishing up of old
brass and a shouting of horrid words, as though the Devil
himself were inspecting his own furnace. Faith, an I
were eyewashing Beelzebub I could catch it no hotter.
[Shouting within.
Anon, anon. I will eyewash it no further. [Exit.
Flourish. Enter Colonel, Adjutant, Quartermaster
and Sergeant-Cook.
Colonel. Is all prepared?