PROLOGUE. In ancient times, when Helen's fatal charms SCENE 1. The Market Place. Drum beats the Grenadier's March. Enter SERGEANT Serg. K. Ir any gentlemen soldiers or others have a mind to serve his majesty, and pull down the French king; if any 'prentices have severe masters, any children have undutiful parents; if any servants have too little wages, or any husband too much wife, let them repair to the noble sergeant Kite, at the sign of the Raven, in this good town of Shrewsbury, and they shall receive present relief and entertainment.-Gentlemen, I don't beat my drums here to ensnare or inveigle any man; for you must know, gentlemen, that I am a man of honour: besides, I don't beat up for common soldiers; no, I list only grenadiers; grenadiers, gentlemen.-Pray, gentlemen, observe this cap -this is the cap of honour; it dubs a man a gentleman in the drawing of a trigger; and he that has the good fortune to be born six feet high was born to be a great man.-Sir, will you give me leave to try this cap upon your head? [To Costar Pearmain. Cos. Is there no harm in't? won't the cap list me? Serg. K. No, no, no more than I can.—Čome, let me see how it becomes you. Cos. Are you sure there be no conjuration in it? no gunpowder-plot upon me? Serg. K. No, no, friend; don't fear, man. Cos. My mind misgives me plaguily.-Let me see it. [Going to put it on] It smells woundily of sweat and brimstone: smell, Tummas. Tho. Ay, wauns, does it. Cos. Pray, sergeant, what writing is this upon the face of it? Serg. K. The crown, or the bed of honour. Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? Serg, K. Oh! a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware-ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. Cos. My wife and I would do well to lie in't-But do folk sleep sound in this satne bed of honour? Serg. K. Sound! ay, so sound that they never wake. Cos. Wauns! I wish again that my wife lay there. Serg. K. Say you so! then I find, brother Cos. Brother! hold there, friend; I am no kindred to you that I know of yet.-Lookye, sergeant, no coaxing, no wheedling, d'ye see; if I have a mind to list, why so; if not, why 'tis not so: therefore, take your cap and your brothership back again, for I am not disposed at this present writing.-No coaxing; no brothering me, faith! Serg. K. I coax! I wheedle! I'm above it, sir; I have serv'd twenty campaigns-But, sir, you talk well, and I must own that you are a man every inch of you; a pretty, young, sprightly fellow!-I love a fellow with a spirit; but I scorn to coax: 'tis base; though I must say, that never in my life have I seen a man better built. How firm and strong he treads! he steps like a castle! but I scorn to wheedle any man.-Come, honest lad! will you take share of a pot? |