Flu. Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now,
will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputa-
tions with you, as partly touching or concern-
ing the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars,
in the way of argument, look you, and friendly
communication; partly to satisfy my opinion,
and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my
mind, as touching the direction of the military
discipline: that is the point. 112
Jamy. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud cap-
tains bath: and I sail quit you with gud leve,
as I may pick occasion; that sail I, marry.
Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish
save me: the day is hot, and the weather, and
the wars, and the king, and the dukes: it is no
time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and 119
the trumpet call us to the breach; and we talk,
and be Chrish, do nothing: 'tis shame for us all;
so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it is
shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be
cut, and works to be done; and there ish no-
thing done, so Chrish sa' me, la! 125
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine
take themselves to slumber, aile do gud service,
or aile lig i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death;
and aile pay 't as valorously as I may, that
sal I suerly do, that is the breff and the long.
Marry, I wad full fain heard some question
'tween you tway. 132
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you,
under your correction, there is not many of
your nation—135
115 marry: originally an oath by the Virgin Mary
119 beseeched: i.e., besieged
122 sa': save
126 mess: Mass
128 lig: lie
132 tway: two
