ACT II.

SCENE I. A road near Sir Lancelot Spurcock's
house, in Kent.

[Enter Sir Arthur Greenshood, Oliver, Lieutenant
and Soldiers.]

ARTHUR.
Lieutenant, lead your soldiers to the ships,
There let them have their coats, at their arrival
They shall have pay: farewell, look to your charge.

SOLDIER.
Aye, we are now sent away, and cannot so much as speak
with our friends.

OLIVER.
No, man; what, ere you used a zutch a fashion, thick you
cannot take your leave of your vrens?

ARTHUR.
Fellow, no more. Lieutenant, lead them off.

SOLDIER.
Well, if I have not my pay and my clothes, I'll venture a
running away tho I hang for't.

ARTHUR.