_Cor._ Why, what a devil art thou. _Nor._ Owgh, owgh. _Cor._ A dumb devil. The worst devil that could come, a dumb devil, Give me a Musket; he gathers in to me, I' th' name of ---- speak what art thou?--speak devil, Or I'll put a plumb in your belly. _Nor._ Owgh, owgh, owgh. _Cor._ Fie, fie, in what a sweat I am! Lord bless me, My Musket's gone too, I am not able to stir it. _Nor._ Who goes there? stand, speak. _Corp._ Sure I am inchanted. Yet here's my Halbert still: nay, who goes there, Sir? What have I lost my self? what are ye? _Nor._ The Guard. _Corp._ Why, what are we then: he's not half so long now. Nor he has no tail at all, I shake still damnably. _Nor._ The word. _Corp._ Have mercy on me, what word does he mean? Prethee devil, if thou be'st the devil, Do not make an Ass of me; for I remember yet As well as I am here, I am the Corporal, I'll lay my life on't devil. _Nor._ Thou art damn'd: _Corp._ That's all one: but am not I the Corporal? I would give a thousand pound to be resolv'd now, Had not I Soldiers here? _Nor._ No, not a man, Thou art debauch'd, and cozen'd. _Corp._ That may be, It may be I am drunk; Lord, where have I been? Is not this my Halbert in my hand? _Nor._ No, 'tis a _May_-pole. _Cor._ Why then I know not who I am, nor what, Nor whence I come. _Nor._ Ye are an arrand Rascal; You Corporal of a Watch. _Cor._ 'Tis the _Dane_'s voice: you are no devil then. _Nor._ No, nor no Sow, Sir. _Cor._ Of that [I] am right g[l]ad, Sir, I was ne'r so frighted in my life, as I am a Soldier. _Nor._ Tall watchmen, A guard for a Goose, you sing away your Centuries. A careful company: let me out o' th' port here, I was a little merry with your worships: And keep your guards strong, though the devil walk. Hold, there's to bring ye into your wits again. Goe off no more to hunt Pigs: such another trick And you will hunt the gallows. _Cor._ Pray Sir pardon us: And let the devil come next, I'll make him stand Or make him stink. _Nor._ Doe, doe your duty truly. Come let me out, and come away: no more rage. [_Exe._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Abdella _with a Letter, and_ Rocca. _Ab._ Write thus to me? he hath fearfully, and basely Betraid his own cause: yet to free himself He now ascribes the fault to me. _Roc._ I know not. What he hath done: but what he now desires, His Letters have inform'd you.