So he does sir;
And cannot you do so too? All my company
Are now in love; ne'er think of meat, nor talk
Of what provant is: Ay-mes, and hearty hey-hoes
Are sallads fit for soldiers. Live by meat?
By larding up your bodies? 'tis lewd, and lazy,
And shows ye merely mortal, dull, and drives ye
To fight, like camels, with baskets at your noses.
Get ye in love! Ye can whore well enough,
That all the world knows; fast ye into famine,
Yet ye can crawl like crabs to wenches; handsomely
Fall but in love now, as ye see example,
And follow it but with all your thoughts, probatum,
There's so much charge saved, and your hunger's ended.
[Drum afar off.
Away! I hear the general. Get ye in love all,
Up to the ears in love, that I may hear
No more of these rude murmurings; and discretely
Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy
A pickled rope will choke ye. Jog, and talk not!
Enter SUETONIUS, DEMETRIUS, DECIUS, Drum and Colours.