_Enter Farmer and Captain._ _Capt._ Arm, honest friends, arm suddenly and bravely, And with your antient resolutions follow me; Look how the Beacons show like Comets, your poor neighbors Run maddingly affrighted through the Villages; _Syenna's_ Duke is up, burns all before him, And with his sword, makes thousand mothers childless. _Soto._ What's this to our Morris-dancers? _Sil._ This may serve my turn. _Soto._ There's ne'r a Duke in _Christendom_ but loves a May-game. _Capt._ At a horse you were always ceaz'd, put your Son on him, And arm him well i' th' States name, I command ye; And they that dare go voluntary, shall receive reward. _Soto._ I dare go no way, Sir, this is strange, Master Captain, You cannot be content to spoil our sport here, Which I do not think your Worship's able to answer, But you must set us together by the ears with I know not who too? We are for the bodily part o' th' dance. _Cap._ Arm him suddainly, This is no time to fool, I shall return ye else, A rebel to the General, State, and Duchess, And how you'll answer then-- _Far._ I have no more Sons, Sir, This is my only boy; I beseech ye Master Captain. _Soto._ I am a rank coward too, to say the truth, Sir, I never had good luck at buffets neither. _Far._ Here's vorty shillings, spare the child. _Cap._ I cannot. _Soto._ Are ye a man? will ye cast away a _May_-Lord? Shall all the wenches in the Countrey curse ye? _Sil._ An't please you Captain, I'll supply his person, 'Tis pity their old custom should be frighted, Let me have Horse, and good Arms, I'll serve willingly, And if I shrink a foot of ground, Hell take me. _Cap._ A promising Aspect, face full of courage, I'll take this man, and thank ye too. _Far._ There's for thee, 'Tis in a clout, but good old Gold. _Sil._ I thank ye Sir. _Far._ Goe saddle my fore-horse, put his feather on too, He'll praunce it bravely, friend, he fears no Colours, And take the Armor down, and see him dizin'd. _Soto._ Farewel, and if thou cary'st thy self well in this matter, I say no more, but this, there must be more _May_-Lords, And I know who are fit. _Sil._ Dance you, I'll fight, Sir. _Cap._ Away, away. _Sil._ Farewel, I am for the Captain. [_Exit._ _Far._ Now to this matter again my honest fellows, For if this goe not forward, I foresee friends, This war will fright our neighbors out o' th' villages; Cheer up your hearts, we shall hear better news, boys.