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_2 Pren._ A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awry.

_3 Pren._ Ay, ay, we'll home.

_Capt._ Why, now you shew what precious Men you are-- the King wou'd be finely hop'd up with such Rascals, that for fear of a little hanging would desert his Cause; a Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye-- --Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts.

[Flings 'em a Scroll.

I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues; I did but try your boasted Courages.

_Lov._ Brave Boy.

_Lov._ and _Free._ We'll die with thee, Captain--

_All._ Oh, n.o.ble Captain, we recant--

_1 Pren._ We recant, dear Captain, we'll die, one and all.

_All._ One and all, one and all.

_Capt._ Why, so there's some trusting to you now.

_3 Pren._ But is there such a Proclamation, Captain?

_Capt._ There is; but anon, when the Crop-ear'd Sheriff begins to read it, let every Man enlarge his Voice, and cry, no Proclamation, no Proclamation.

_All._ Agreed, agreed.

_Lov._ Brave n.o.ble Lads, hold still your Resolution, And when your leisure Hours will give ye leave, Drink the King's Health, here's Gold for you to do so.

_Free._ Take my Mite too, brave Lads. [Gives 'em Gold.

_All._ Hay! _Viva_ the brave Heroicks!

Enter _Ananias Gogle_.

_Ana._ Hum, what have we here, a Street-Conventicle-- or a Mutiny? Yea, verily, it is a Mutiny-- What meaneth this Appearance in hostile manner, in open Street, by Day-light?

_Capt._ Hah! one of the sanctify'd Lay Elders, one of the Fiends of the Nation, that go about like roaring Lions seeking whom they may devour.

_Lov._ Who, Mr. _Ananias_ the Padder?

_Ana._ Bear witness, Gentlemen all, he calls me Highway-man; thou shalt be hang'd for Scandal on the Brethren.

_Lov._ I'll prove what I say, Sirrah; do you not rob on the High-way i'

th' Pulpit? rob the Sisters, and preach it lawful for them to rob their Husbands; rob Men even of their Consciences and Honesty; nay rather than stand out, rob poor Wenches of their Bodkins and Thimbles?

_Ana._ I commit ye; here, Soldiers, I charge ye in the Name of-- of-- marry, I know not who, in my Name, and the good People of _England_, take 'em to safe Custody.

_Capt._ How, lay hold of honest Gentlemen! n.o.ble Cavaliers, knock him down.

_All._ Knock him down, knock him down.