STRUMBO.
Truly, master gentleman, I lack no money; if you please, I will resign it to one of these poor fellows.
THRASIMACHUS.
No such matter, Look you be at the common house tomorrow.
[Exit Thrasimachus and the captain.]
STRUMBO.
O, wife, I have spun a fair thread! If I had been quiet, I had not been pressed, and therefore well may I wayment. But come, sirrah, shut up, for we must to the wars.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II. SCENE III. The camp of Albanact.
[Enter Albanact, Debon, Thrasimachus, and the Lords.]
ALBA.
Brave cavalries, princes of Albany, Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire, Passing the frontiers of brave Graecia, Were bathed in our enemies' lukewarm blood, Now is the time to manifest your wills, Your haughty minds and resolutions.
Now opportunity is offered To try your courage and your earnest zeal, Which you always protest to Albanact;For at this time, yea, at this present time, Stout fugitives, come from the Scithians' bounds, Have pestered every place with mutinies.
But trust me, Lordings, I will never cease To persecute the rascal runnagates, Till all the rivers, stained with their blood, Shall fully show their fatal overthrow.
DEBON.