_Un_. Stand right to your files, make even your rankes, silence! Front to the right hand. As you were. To the right hand about. By the left hand. As you were. Rankes to the right double. Rankes as you were. Rankes to the left double. Midlemen to the right hand double the front; as you were,--to the left, --double the front; middle-men to the right entire [or[251] by division] double the front; files to the right,--to the left,--to the right hand countermarch,--to the right,--to the left,--wheele about--
_Cap_. Ran tan: enough,--you must not wast your lunges Too much at once. March faire and make a Captaine. When these words of Command are rotten (rooted?) wee Will sowe some other military seeds. You beare[252] a braine and memory.
[_Cap_.[253]] And now you are chose a Captaine for your Countrey You must give good example to your Soldiers And cherish nature after exercise: You must drinke sack, sack is a fortifier. Come, wee'le to the taverne.
Here's Mr. _Courtwell_: lett's take him with us.
_Cap_. My costive Countrey man? hee's an Anabaptist: he wonot drinke, and yet kist the Cupp of last night, me thought, when his Mistres-- drank to him: wee'le try. How ist, my man of mortall breeding?
_Cou_. My man of warre, trebonn.--Your servant, Captaine.
_Cap_. Why, this was spoke like one of us; canst doo't Agen? thy voice is more authentick, soundes As I have heard a Cavalliers in taverne, Or like the merry master of the _Dragon_, Small _Neptune_, that controlls the rich Canaries, When he Comaunds the Tritons of his cellar 'Skud, and bring wine, you varlotts, with a flavour For my Nobilitie.' Wee were conspiring To goe to'th taverne.
_Cou_. Ile make one, gentlemen, to wash away some melancholy.
_Cap_. Spoke boldlie, like an _Argonaute_.
_Cou_. I am not now in _London_, Upon a hall day marching with the puisnes, Twenty on's in a teame, to _Westminster_ In our torne gownes, embroiderd with _Strand_ dirt, To heare the Law.
_Cap_. Is not thy father dead, thou talkst so well? How I was cosend in thee: come away.
_Tho_. Why, Mr. Engine that did faint last night.
_Un_. With feare of being hang'd for his projections.
_Cap. Let him to _Bedlam_ then; what makes he here? Clean straw and a good whip are held restoratives.