[_Shouting within._

Anon, anon. I will eyewash it no further. [_Exit._

_Flourish. Enter_ Colonel, Adjutant, Quartermaster
and Sergeant-Cook.

_Colonel._ Is all prepared?

_Sergeant-Cook._ The dinners would content
RHONDDA himself.

_Quartermaster._ The General comes.

_Flourish. Enter_ General _and_ Attendants.

_General._ Good Colonel,
Our greetings are the warmer for the thought
Of visits past.

_Colonel._ The service that we owe
In doing pays itself. Will you inspect
The dinners?

_General._ First we'll greet the Adjutant,
Whom well we recollect.

_Adjutant._ This is an honour
Which makes our labours light. Will you be pleased
To inspect the dinners?