to do; for she feared thee not.

_Host._ I pity thee, and will say no more.

_1st Sold._ Here is a stool, let him mount thereon.

_Will._ These be ignorant knaves. I will practice
on them. It may come to good. [_Mounts the stool._] The
Lord leadeth his people through the wilderness to
salvation, crinkeldom cum crankeldom. [_Mutters to himself._]

_Soldiers._ Hum!

_Will._ Of all thirsts, there be none like that after
righteousness.--[_Mutters to himself._]

_Soldiers._ Hum!

_Will._ [Aside.] For strong ale, which I think hath
to do with the conversion of this Gurton. [_Mutters
to himself._]

_1st Sold._ Lift thy voice higher, that we stumble
not in the dark.

_Will._ [_Aside._] I would I could remember a
text--anything will do--[_Aloud._] The General Cromwell
hath, they say, a red nose, and doth never spit white,
which I look upon as a great sign, as was the burning
bush to Moses!