_Enter_ Niger, Geta, _Guard, Souldiers, Ensigns_.
_Nig._ How do you like your entrance to the War?
When the whole Body of the Army moves,
Shews it not gloriously?
_Get._ 'Tis a fine _May-game_;
But eating and drinking I think are forbad in't,
(I mean, with leisure) we walk on, and feed
Like hungry Boys that haste to School; or as
We carried Fish to the City, dare stay no where,
For fear our ware should stink.
_1 Guard._ That's the necessity
Of our speedy March.
_Get._ Sir, I do love my ease,
And though I hate all Seats of Judicature,
I mean in the City, for conveniency,
I still will be a Justice in the War,
And ride upon my foot-cloth. I hope a Captain
(And a gown'd-Captain too) may be dispenc'd with.
I tell you, and do not mock me, when I was poor,
I could endure like others, cold and hunger;
But since I grew rich, let but my finger ake,
Or feel but the least pain in my great Toe,
Unless I have a Doctor, mine own Doctor,
That may assure me, I am gone.
_Nig._ Come, fear not;
You shall want nothing.
_1 Guard._ We will make you fight,
As you were mad.
_Get._ Not too much of fighting, friend;
It is thy trade, that art a common Souldier;
We Officers, by our place, may share the spoil,
And never sweat for't.
_2 Guard._ You shall kill for practice
But your dozen or two a day.
_Get._ Thou talkst as if
Thou wert lousing thy self; but yet I will make danger,
If I prove one of the Worthies, so; However,
I'll have the fear of the gods before my eyes,
And do no hurt I warrant you.
_Nig._ Come, march on,
And humour him for our mirth.
_1 Guard._ 'Tis a fine peak-Goose.
_Nig._ But one that fools to the Emperour, and in that,
A wise man, and a Souldier.
_1 Guard._ True morality. [_Exeunt._