Scene II
Enter Marinel, throwing down one he carries
Mar. There!
The sun's the neatest surgeon I know, and th' honestest.
If thou recoverest, why, so: if not, the cure's paid—they
have maul'd us.
Enter Grainevert, with another upon his back
Gra. A curse light on this powder! It stays valour,5
ere it's half-way on its journey. What a disadvantage
fight we upon in this age! He that did well heretofore
had the broad fair day to show it in, witnesses enough.
We must believe one another: 'tis night, when we begin.
Eternal smoke and sulphur smalky—by this hand, I can10
bear with thee no longer! How now? dead, as I live!
Stol'n away just as he us'd to wench. Well, go thy
ways: for a quiet drinker and dier, I shall never know
thy fellow. [Searches his pockets] These trifles, too,
about thee? There was never an honester poor wretch15
born, I think. Look i' th' t'other pocket, too—hum!
Marinel?
Mar. Who's that?
Gra. 'Tis I: how goes matters?
Mar. Scurvily enough;20
Yet, since our Colonel came, th'ave got no ground
Of us—a weak sculler against wind and tide
Would have done as much. Hark!
This way the torrent bears.[Exeunt
Enter Fresolin, Almerin, and Rebels
Fre. The villains all have left us.
Alm. Would they had left25
Their fears behind them! but come, since we must
Enter Brennoralt, Doran, Stratheman, with Soldiers
Bren. Ho!
Stratheman, skirt on the left hand with the horse,
And get betwixt these and that body: they're
New rallied up for rescue.[Brennoralt charges through
Dor. Th'are ours.30
I do not see my game yet.[Exeunt
