_Put._ Do you think Sir, This is the end we fight? can this durt draw us To such a stupid tameness, that our service Neglected, and look'd lamely on, and skew'd at With a few honourable words, and this, is righted? Have not we eyes and ears, to hear and see Sir, And minds to understand the slights we carry? I come home old, and full of hurts, men look on me As if I had got 'em from a whore, and shun me; I tell my griefs, and fear my wants, I am answer'd, Alas 'tis pity! pray dine with me on Sunday: These are the sores we are sick of, the minds maladies, And can this cure 'em? you should have us'd us nobly, And for our doing well, as well proclaim'd us To the worlds eye, have shew'd and sainted us, Then ye had paid us bravely: then we had shin'd Sir, Not in this gilded stuff but in our glory: You may take back your mony. _Gent._ This I fear'd still. _Bor._ Consider better Gentlemen. _Anc._ Thank your Lordship: And now I'le put on my considering cap: My Lord, that I am no Courtier, you may guess it By having no sute to you for this mony: For though I want, I want not this, nor shall not, Whilst you want that civility to rank it With those rights we expected; mony grows Sir, And men must gather it, all is not put in one purse. And that I am no Carter, I could never whistle yet: But that I am a Souldier, and a Gentleman, And a fine Gentleman, and't like your honour, And a most pleasant companion: all you that are witty, Come list to my ditty: come set in boyes, With your Lordships patience. [_Song._ How do you like my Song, my Lord? _Bor._ Even as I like your self, but 'twould be a great deal better, You would prove a great deal wiser, and take this mony, In your own phrase I speak now Sir, and 'tis very well You have learn'd to sing; for since you prove so liberal, To refuse such means as this, maintain your voice still, 'Twill prove your best friend. _Anc._ 'Tis a singing age Sir, A merry moon here now: I'le follow it: Fidling, and fooling now, gains more than fighting. _Bor._ What is't you blench at? what would you ask? speak freely. _Sol._ And so we dare: a triumph for the General, _Put._ And then an honour special to his vertue. _Anc._ That we may be prefer'd that have serv'd for it, And cram'd up into favour like the worshipful, At least upon the Cities charge made drunk For one whole year; we have done 'em ten years service; That we may enjoy our lechery without grudging, And mine, or thine be nothing, all things equal, And catch as catch may, be proclaim'd: that when we borrow, And have no will to pay again, no Law Lay hold upon us, nor no Court controule us. _Bor._ Some of these may come to pass; the Duke may do 'em, And no doubt will: the General will find too, And so will you, if you but stay with patience: I have no power. _Put._ Nor will: come fellow Souldiers.