_Petru._ If it be, I'll try all the Law i'th' Land, but I'll cut it off: let's up, let's up, come. _Jaq._ That you cannot neither. _Petru._ Why? _Jaq._ Unless you'll drop through the Chimney like a Daw, or force a breach i'th' windows: you may untile the house, 'tis possible. _Petru._ What dost thou mean? _Jaq._ A moral, Sir, the Ballad will express it: _The wind and the rain, has turned you back again, And you cannot be lodged there._ The truth is, all the doors Are baracadoed; not a Cathole, but holds a murd'rer in't. She's victuall'd for this month. _Petru._ Art not thou drunk? _Soph._ He's drunk, he's drunk; come, come, let's up. _Jaq._ Yes, yes, I am drunk: ye may go up, ye may Gentlemen, but take heed to your heads: I say no more. _Soph._ I'll try that. [_Exit_ Soph. _Petron._ How dost thou say? the door fast lock'd fellow? _Jaq._ Yes truly Sir, 'tis lock'd, and guarded too; and two as desperate tongues planted behind it, as e'er yet batter'd: they stand upon their honors, and will not give up without strange composition, I'll assure you; marching away with their Pieces cockt, and Bullets in their mouths, will not satisfie them. _Petru._ How's this? how's this? they are-- Is there another with her? _Jaq._ Yes marry is there, and an Enginier. _Mor._ Who's that for Heavens sake? _Jaq._ Colonel _Byancha_, she commands the works: _Spinola_'s but a Ditcher to her, there's a half-moon: I am but a poor man, but if you'll give me leave, I'll venture a years wages, draw all your force before it, and mount your ablest Piece of battery, you shall not enter it these three nights yet. _Enter_ Sophocles. _Petru._ I should laugh at that good _Jaques_. _Soph._ Beat back again, she's fortified for ever. _Jaq._ Am I drunk now, Sir? _Soph._ He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd. I have scap'd a pretty scowring. _Petru._ What are they mad? have we another _Bedlam_? They do not talke I hope? _Soph._ Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at _London-bridge_ is nothing near her. _Petru._ How got she tongue? _Soph._ As you got tail, she was born to't. _Petru._ Lock'd out a doors, and on my wedding-night? Nay, and I suffer this, I may goe graze: Come Gentlemen, I'll batter; are these virtues? _Soph._ Do, and be beaten off with shame, as I was: I went up, came to th' door, knock'd, no body answer'd; knock'd louder, yet heard nothing: would have broke in by force; when suddainly a Water-work flew from the window with such violence, that had I not duck'd quickly like a Fryer, _caetera quis nescit_? The chamber's nothing but a mere _Ostend_, in every window Pewter Cannons mounted, you'll quickly find with what they are charg'd, Sir. _Petru._ Why then _tantara_ for us.