_Wife. Rafe_ I would have thee call all the youths together in battle-ray, with Drums, and Guns, and flags, and march to _Mile-end_ in pompous fashion, and there exhort your Souldiers to be merry and wise, and to keep their beards from burning _Rafe_, and then skirmish, and let your flags fly, and cry, kill, kill, kill: my husband shall lend you his Jerkin _Rafe_, and there's a Scarfe; for the rest, the house shall furnish you, and we'll pay for't: do it bravely _Rafe_, and think before whom you perform, and what person you represent. _Rafe._ I warrant you Mistress, if I do it not, for the honor of the City, and the credit of my Master, let me never hope for freedome. _Wife._ 'Tis well spoken i'faith; go thy waies, thou art a spark indeed. _Cit. Ralph_, double your files bravely _Ralph_. _Ralph._ I warrant you Sir. [_Exit_ Ralph. _Cit._ Let him look narrowly to his service, I shall take him else; I was there my self a Pike-man once, in the hottest of the day, wench, had my feather shot sh[eere] away, the fringe of my pike burnt off with powder, my pate broken with a scouring-stick, and yet I thank God I am here. [_Drum within._ _Wife._ Hark _George_, the Drums. _Cit._ Ran, tan; tan, tan, ran, tan: Oh wench an thou hadst but seen little _Ned_ of _Aldgate_, drum _Ned_, how he made it roar again, and laid on like a tyrant: and then struck softly till the Ward came up, and then thundred again, and together we go: sa, sa, sa, bounce quoth the Guns: courage my hearts, quoth the Captains: Saint _George_, quoth the pike-men; and withal here they lay, and there they lay; And yet for all this I am here wench. _Wife._ Be thankful for it _George_, for indeed 'tis wonderful. * * * * * _Enter_ Ralph _and his company with Drums and Colours_. _Ralph._ March fair my hearts; Lieutenant beat the rear up: Ancient let your Colours flie; but have a great care of the Butchers hooks at _White-Chappel_, they have been the death of many a fair Ancient. Open your files, that I may take a view both of your persons and munition: Serjeant call a Muster. _Serg._ A stand, _William Hamerton_ Pewterer. _Ham._ Here Captain. _Ralph._ A Corslet and a Spanish Pike; 'tis well, can you shake it with a terror? _Ham._ I hope so Captain. _Ralph._ Charge upon me, 'tis with the weakest: put more strength _William Hamerton_, more strength: as you were again; proceed Serjeant. _Serj. George Green-goose_, Poulterer. _Green._ Here. _Ralph._ Let me see your Peece, neighbor _Green-goose_, when was she shot in? _Green._ And like you master Captain, I made a shot even now, partly to scour her, and partly for audacity.