_Host._ I thought he was settled abroad.

_Will._ No! no! He is here, and now he wanteth
assistance from his brother; for we are in some
present straits, and this Basil will have nought to say
to him. What I shall want of thee is information of
the family; and mayhap thy daughter will have to
see Mistress Florence for us with a message.

[_Enter TAPSTER and two or three Roundhead Soldiers, L._]

_Tap._ Master, master! here be soldiers quartered on us.

_Will._ The Philistines be upon thee!

_Host._ O Lord!----be praised. See directly and
water the double ale--Tell my daughter to lock up
the Trinidado tobaccos--Haste!

[_Enter IRETON, HARRISON, and Soldiers, L.U.E._]

_Ire._ [_Reading Papers._] Give us to drink, good
measure; for the flesh is thirsty. That we have shall
be paid. Who is that fellow [_points to William_] with
his sword drawn?

_Har._ Ha! a malignant.--Smite him!

_Sold._ Lo! he shall die.