_Host._ These be now your civil wars: didst
mark? he said all should have been paid. Now, with them
that were here, there were some fourscore and ten
quarts that might have been drunk, had they staid
an hour or so; and now to ride off thirsty to be killed.

_Will._ Well, it might have been worse, for they
might have drunk it, and departed in that military
haste which precludes payment.

_Host._ Ay! ay! thou wilt have thy jest.

[_Exit into house._]

[_Enter ARTHUR WALTON, L._]

_Arth._ Where hast thou been so long?

[_To WILLIAM._]

_Will._ Truly at the burial of one Generosity!

_Arth._ And what manner of person was he?

_Will._ A fool in this world, but an angel of light in
the next; if the word of God be true, which I
remember to have heard in my childhood in the church
there.