_Orl._ No, then he will be afraid, and not be at home. [_Exit_ ORGALIO. _Enter_ TOM _and_ RALPH. _Tom._ Sirrah Ralph, an thou'lt go with me, I'll let thee see the bravest madman that ever thou sawest. _Ralph._ Sirrah Tom, I believe 'twas he that was at our town a' Sunday: I'll tell thee what he did, sirrah. He came to our house, when all our folks were gone to church, and there was nobody at home but I, and I was turning of the spit, and he comes in, and bade me fetch him some drink. Now, I went and fetched him some; and ere I came again, by my troth, he ran away with the roast-meat, spit and all, and so we had nothing but porridge to dinner. _Tom._ By my troth, that was brave: but, sirrah, he did so course the boys, last Sunday; and if ye call him madman, he'll run after you, and tickle your ribs so with his flap of leather that he hath, as it passeth.[156] [_They spy_ ORLANDO. _Ralph._ O, Tom, look where he is! call him madman. _Tom._ Madman, madman. _Ralph._ Madman, madman. _Orl._ What say'st thou, villain? [_Beats them._ So, now you shall be both my soldiers. _Tom._ Your soldiers! we shall have a mad captain, then. _Orl._ You must fight against Medor. _Ralph._ Yes, let me alone with him for a bloody nose. _Orl._ Come, then, and I will give you weapons straight. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_An Open Place in the Woods._ _Enter_ ANGELICA, _like a poor woman._ _Ang._ Thus causeless banish'd from thy native home, Here sit, Angelica, and rest a while, For to bewail the fortunes of thy love. _Enter_ RODOMONT _and_ BRANDIMART, _with_ Soldiers. _Rod._ This way she went, and far she cannot be. _Brand._ See where she is, my lord: speak as if you knew her not. _Rod._ Fair shepherdess, for so thy sitting seems, Or nymph, for less thy beauty cannot be, What, feed you sheep upon these downs? _Ang._ Daughter I am unto a bordering swain, That tend my flocks within these shady groves. _Rod._ Fond girl, thou liest; thou art Angelica. _Brand._ Ay, thou art she that wrong'd the Palatine. _Ang._ For I am known, albeit I am disguis'd, Yet dare I turn the lie into thy throat, Sith thou report'st I wrong'd the Palatine. _Brand._ Nay, then, thou shalt be used according to thy deserts.--Come, bring her to our tents. _Rod._ But stay, what drum is this? _Enter_ ORLANDO _with a drum_; ORGALIO; TOM, RALPH, _and others as_ Soldiers, _with spits and dripping-pans._ _Brand._ Now see, Angelica, the fruits of all your love. _Orl._ Soldiers, this is the city of great Babylon, Where proud Darius was rebated from: Play but the men, and I will lay my head, We'll sack and raze it ere the sun be set. _Tom._ Yea, and scratch it too.--March fair, fellow frying-pan. _Orl._ Orgalio, knowest thou the cause of my laughter? _Org._ No, by my troth, nor no wise man else. _Orl._ Why, sirrah, to think that if the enemy were fled ere we come, we'll not leave one of our own soldiers alive, for we two will kill them with our fists.