1 I thinke he is: but a greater soldier then he,
You wot one
2 Who my Master?
1 Nay, it's no matter for that
2 Worth six on him
1 Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater
Souldiour
2 Faith looke you, one cannot tell how to say that: for
the Defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent
1 I, and for an assault too.
Enter the third Seruingman.
3 Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes, News you Rascals
Both. What, what, what? Let's partake
3 I would not be a Roman of all Nations; I had as
liue be a condemn'd man
Both. Wherefore? Wherefore?
3 Why here's he that was wont to thwacke our Generall,
Caius Martius
1 Why do you say, thwacke our Generall?
3 I do not say thwacke our Generall, but he was alwayes
good enough for him
2 Come we are fellowes and friends: he was euer too
hard for him, I haue heard him say so himselfe