_Hob._ I spit again, and thus I rise against him: Against this Beast: that signify'd destruction. Fore-shew'd i'th' falls of Monarchies. _Soto._ I'th' face of him? Spit such another spit by this hand Cobler I'll make ye set a new piece o' your nose there, Tak't up I say, and dance without more bidding, And dance as you were wont: you have been excellent And art still, but for this new nicity, And your wives learned Lectures: take up the Hobby-horse Come, 'tis a thing thou hast lov'd with all thy heart _Bomby_, And would'st do still but for the round-breech'd brothers: You were not thus in the morning: tak't up I say, Do not delay but do it: you know I am officer; And I know 'tis unfit all these good fellows Should wait the cooling of your zealous porridge; Chuse whether you will dance, or have me execute: I'll clap your neck i' th' stocks, and th[e]re I'll make ye Dance a whole day, and dance with these at night too, You mend old shooes well, mend your old manners better, And suddenly see you leave off this sincereness. This new hot Batch, borrowed from some brown Baker, Some learned brother, or I'll so bait ye for't, Take it quickly up. _Hob._ I take my persecution, And thus I am forc'd a by-word to my brethren. _Soto._ Strike up, strike up: strike merrily. _Far._ To it roundly, Now to the harvest feast: then sport again boyes. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Silvio, _arm'd_. _Sil._ What shall I do? live thus unknown, and base still? Or thrust my self into the head o' th' Battel? And there like that I am, a Gentleman, And one that never fear'd the face of danger, (So in her angry eyes s[h]e carried honor) Fight nobly, and (to end my cares) die nobly? Song within. Silvio _go on, and raise thy noble mind_ _To noble ends; fling course base thoughts behind_: Silvio, _thou Son of everliving fame,_ _Now aim at virtue, and a Noble Name_. Silvio _consider, Honor is not won,_ _Nor virtue reach'd, till some brave thing be done_: _Thy Countrey calls thee now; she burns, and bleeds,_ _Now raise thy self, young man, to noble deeds._ _Into the battel_ Silvio, _there seek forth_ _Danger, and blood, by them stands sacred worth._ What heavenly voice is this that follows me? This is the second time 't has waited on me, Since I was arm'd, and ready for the battel; It names me often, steels my heart with courage. _Enter_ Belvidere _deformed_. And in a thousand sweet notes comforts me; What Beldam's this? how old she is, and ugly, Why does she follow me?