_Leo._ Why sure, thou hast the best pox.

_Lieu._ If I have 'em,
I am sure I got 'em in the best company;
They are pox of thirty Coats.

_Leo._ Thou hast mewed 'em finely:
Here's a strange fellow now, and a brave fellow,
If we may say so of a pocky fellow,
(Which I believe we may) this poor Lieutenant;
Whether he have the scratches, or the scabs,
Or what a Devil it be, I'le say this for him,
There fights no braver souldier under Sun, Gentlemen;
Show him an Enemie, his pain's forgot straight;
And where other men by beds and bathes have ease,
And easie rules of Physick; set him in a danger,
A danger, that's a fearfull one indeed,
Ye rock him, and he will so play about ye,
Let it be ten to one he ne'er comes off again,
Ye have his heart: and then he works it bravely,
And throughly bravely: not a pang remembre'd:
I have seen him do such things, belief would shrink at.

_Gent._ 'Tis strange he should do all this, and diseas'd so.

_Leo._ I am sure 'tis true: Lieutenant, canst thou drink well?

_Lieu._ Would I were drunk, dog-drunk, I might not feel this backward?