Enter NIGER, GETA, Guard, and Soldiers, with ensigns.
How do you like your entrance to the war?
When the whole body of the army moves,
Shews it not gloriously?
'Tis a fine May-game;
But eating and drinking, I think, are forbade 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.
That's the necessity
Of our speedy march.
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 dispensed 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 ache,
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.
Come, fear not;
You shall want nothing.
We will make you fight
As you were mad.
Not too much of fighting, friend;
It is thy trade, that art a common soldier;
We officers, by our place, may share the spoil,
And never sweat for't.
You shall kill, for practice,
But your dozen or two a-day.
Thou talk'st as if
Thou wert lousing thyself; but yet I will make danger;
If I prove one o' th' worthies, so: However,
I'll have the fear of the gods before my eyes,
And do no hurt, I warrant you.
Come, march on,
And humour him for our mirth.
'Tis a fine pea-goose.
But one that fools to the emperor, and, in that,
A wise man, and a soldier.