_Tho_. Ring all your companie in. _Un_. Thou would'st make me a Captaine of a Morris dance. What serve the phifes and Drumms for, prethee? _Tho_. But does your worship thinke you shall endure the bouncing of the Gunns? I observed you ever kept a way of at the Musters. _Un_. Thou shalt therefore every morne goe a birding about the house to inure me to the report. By that tyme thou hast kild all my pigeons I shall endure the noise well enough. _Tho_. But, Sir, you must have a dry Nurse, as many Captaines have. Let me see: I can hire you an old limping decayed Sergeant at _Brainford_ that taught the boyes,--he that had his beard sing'd of at the last Muster: hee'le doe it bravely. _Un_. What must he have? _Tho_. Alas, twenty pipes[219] of _Barmudas_ a day, six flagons of March[220] beere, a quart of Sack in a weeke, for he scornes meate; and the kitching wench to bring the shirt to him and the only band, for Cuffs he gets none but such as his drunkennes procures him with quarrelling. _Un_. No, I shall be bashfull to learne of a stranger, thou sha't goe seeke out Captaine _Sackburye_. _Tho_. He that weares no money in his scarlett hose, and when he is drunke is infected with Counsell? _Un_. The very same; you shall find him at his Lodging in _Fleetstreet_ or in the next taverne. Give him this Letter; tell him I desire his Companie this summer in the Country. He shall have a horse of mine, say:--here, give him this gold, too. _Tho_. I hope it is gameing gold. _Un_. He shall read warres to me and fortification. _Tho_. I can teach you to build a sconce[221], sir. _Un_. Beside, he is very valiant; he beate me twice when he was drunk, but, poore fellow, I ask'd him forgivenes the next day. Make hast, good _Thomas_, and remember all the Tacticks. _Tho_. I warrant you, Sir: I know 'em well enough. [_Exit_. _Un_. So, so; here's Sir _Richard_. _Enter Sir Richrd Huntlove, his Ladie and Mistresse Dorothy_. _Sir Rich_. Me thinkes you looke more sprightly since you were made a Captaine. _Un_. Oh, good Sir _Richard_, indeed my face is the worst part about mee; and yet it will serve at the Muster. _Do_. Serve! With reverence to the title, I have seene a Generall with a worse Countenance. It is a good leading face, and though you have no cut ore the nose or other visible scarre, which I doubt not but you may receave all in good tyme, it is a quarrelling face and fitt for a man of warre. _Un_. I thanke you, sweet mistress _Dorothy_: I will commend you as much when you are in the Countrey.--But doe you resolve to goe downe this morning, Sir? _Sir Rich_. By all meanes: is your sister readie? bid the Coachman make hast, and have a care you leave none of your trinketts behind: after a little dialogue with my scrivenour Ile returne, and then to Coach. _Lady_. But why this expedition, this posting out of towne as the Aire were infected?