_Gondi._ Then, prove it, friend, by pity for the unfortunate. Believe me, comrades, he has little better to boast than a brute, who cannot temper his courage with feeling. And, now, as our expedition is at hand, let each of you observe my orders. If there be any whose appearance denotes a more than common birth, treat him with due respect, and conduct him to my cave. As to the plunder (which our wild life obliges us to exact from the way-worn passenger) on this occasion, pr'ythee, good comrades, take sparingly, and use your prisoners generously. _4 Rob._ [_Half aside, and muttering._] 'Sblood! this captain of ours had better take to the pulpit than the road. If he must preach so plaguily about generosity, he might, at least, pay for it out of his own pocket. _Gondi._ Who's he that dares to mutter? Come forth, thou wretch! Thus do I punish mutiny, and presumption. [_Pulls him down, and holds his Sword over him._ _4 Rob._ Oh, mercy! good Captain, mercy! _Gondi._ Well, take it, though thou deservest none; and learn from this, thou poor, base reptile! how to show mercy to others whom fortune places in thy power. Now, friends, all to your posts. I shall go forth alone. You have your orders, and I know you will obey them strictly. The night steals on us apace; and the angry clouds, threatning a storm, add to the awful gloom of the forest. Away, boys! and be steady. _1 Rob._ As rocks, Captain. Come, bullies! all to your duties. Keep your ears, and lose your tongues. Listen, in silence, for the tread of a passenger; and, when he's near enough, spring upon him, like so many cats at a mouse hole. CATCH. _"Buz, quoth the blue-fly."_ _Lurk o'er the green-sword;_ _Mum let us be:--_ _Lurk, and mum's the word,_ _For you and me!_ _Thro' the brake, thro' the wood, prowl, prowl around!_ _We watch the footsteps, with ears to the ground._ _Ears to the ground._ [_Exeunt ROBBERS._