OLIVER.
Well, zon, well--for you are my zon now--all shall be
remedied. Daughter, be friends with him.

[Shake hands. Exeunt Oliver, William, and Margery.]

STRUMBO.
You are a sweet nut! The devil crack you. Masters, I
think it be my luck; my first wife was a loving quiet
wench, but this, I think, would weary the devil. I would
she might be burnt as my other wife was. If not, I must
run to the halter for help. O codpiece, thou hast done thy
master! this it is to be meddling with warm plackets.

[Exeunt.]



ACT III. SCENE IV. The camp of Locrine.

[Enter Locrine, Camber, Corineius, Thrasimachus,
Assarachus.]

LOCRINE.
Now am I guarded with an host of men,
Whose haughty courage is invincible:
Now am I hemmed with troops of soldiers,
Such as might force Bellona to retire,
And make her tremble at their puissance: