Nim.
Before God here is ^note hote seruice.

Pist.
Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vassals drop and die.

Nim.
Tis honor, and theres the humor of it.

Boy.
Would I were in London:
Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale.

Pist.
And I. If wishes would preuaile,
I would not stay, but thither would I hie. Enter Flewellen aud beates them in.

Flew.
Godes plud vp to the breaches
You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches?

Nim.
Abate thy rage sweete knight,
Abate thy rage.

Boy.
Well I would I were once from them;
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
And sold it for three hapence ^note.
Nim stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them. Exit Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and the Boy. Enter Gower.

Gower.
Gaptain ^note Flewellen, you must come strait
To the Mines, to the Duke of Gloster.

Fleu.
Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By Iesus ^note I thinke heele blowe up all
If there be no better direction.

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