And therefore, captain crust, We will continually cry, Except you seek a remedy Our houses to reedify Which now are burnt to dust.
BOTH CRY.
Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch.
ALBA.
Well, we must remedy these outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful heads.
And you, good fellows, for your houses burnst, We will remunerate you store of gold, And build your houses by our palace gate.
STRUMBO.
Gate! O petty treason to my person! nowhere else but by your backside? Gate! Oh how I am vexed in my collar! Gate! I cry God mercy! Do you hear, master king? If you mean to gratify such poor men as we be, you must build our houses by the Tavern.
ALBA.
It shall be done, sir.
STRUMBO.
Near the Tavern, aye! by lady, sir, it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you hear, sir? when our house is builded, if you do chance to pass or repass that way, we will bestow a quart of the best wine upon you.
[Exit.]
ALBA.
It grieves me, lordings, that my subjects' goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scithians, Who, as you see, with lightfoot foragers Depopulate the places where they come.
But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camest unto Cathnesia.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II. SCENE IV. The camp of Humber.
