SCENE III.

_Enter_ Niger, Geta, _Guard, Souldiers, Ensigns_.

_Nig._ How do you like your entrance to the War? When the whole Body of the Army moves, Shews it not gloriously?

_Get._ 'Tis a fine _May-game_; But eating and drinking I think are forbad in't, (I mean, with leisure) we walk on, and feed Like hungry Boys that haste to School; or as We carried Fish to the City, dare stay no where, For fear our ware should stink.

_1 Guard._ That's the necessity Of our speedy March.

_Get._ Sir, I do love my ease, And though I hate all Seats of Judicature, I mean in the City, for conveniency, I still will be a Justice in the War, And ride upon my foot-cloth. I hope a Captain (And a gown'd-Captain too) may be dispenc'd with. I tell you, and do not mock me, when I was poor, I could endure like others, cold and hunger; But since I grew rich, let but my finger ake, Or feel but the least pain in my great Toe, Unless I have a Doctor, mine own Doctor, That may assure me, I am gone.

_Nig._ Come, fear not; You shall want nothing.

_1 Guard._ We will make you fight, As you were mad.

_Get._ Not too much of fighting, friend; It is thy trade, that art a common Souldier; We Officers, by our place, may share the spoil, And never sweat for't.

_2 Guard._ You shall kill for practice But your dozen or two a day.

_Get._ Thou talkst as if Thou wert lousing thy self; but yet I will make danger, If I prove one of the Worthies, so; However, I'll have the fear of the gods before my eyes, And do no hurt I warrant you.

_Nig._ Come, march on, And humour him for our mirth.

_1 Guard._ 'Tis a fine peak-Goose.

_Nig._ But one that fools to the Emperour, and in that, A wise man, and a Souldier.

_1 Guard._ True morality. [_Exeunt._