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Nig. How do you like your entrance to the War? When the whole Body of the Army moves, Shews it not gloriously? Get. 'Tis a fine May-game; But eating and drinking I think are forbad in't, (I mean, with leisure) we walk on, and feed Like hungry Boys that haste to School; or as We carried Fish to the City, dare stay no where, For fear our ware should stink. 1 Guard. That's the necessity Of our speedy March. Get. Sir, I do love my ease, And though I hate all Seats of Judicature, I mean in the City, for conveniency, I still will be a Justice in the War, And ride upon my foot-cloth. I hope a Captain (And a gown'd-Captain too) may be dispenc'd with. I tell you, and do not mock me, when I was poor, I could endure like others, cold and hunger; But since I grew rich, let but my finger ake, Or feel but the least pain in my great Toe, Unless I have a Doctor, mine own Doctor, That may assure me, I am gone. Nig. Come, fear not; You shall want nothing. 1 Guard. We will make you fight, As you were mad. Get. Not too much of fighting, friend; It is thy trade, that art a common Souldier; We Officers, by our place, may share the spoil, And never sweat for't. 2 Guard. You shall kill for practice But your dozen or two a day. Get. Thou talkst as if Thou wert lousing thy self; but yet I will make danger, If I prove one of the Worthies, so; However, I'll have the fear of the gods before my eyes, And do no hurt I warrant you. Nig. Come, march on, And humour him for our mirth. 1 Guard. 'Tis a fine peak-Goose. Nig. But one that fools to the Emperour, and in that, A wise man, and a Souldier. 1 Guard. True morality. [Exeunt.