nely hop'd up with such Rascals, that for fear of a little hanging
would desert his Cause; a Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye--
--Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts.
[Flings 'em a Scroll.
I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues;
I did but try your boasted Courages.

_Lov._ Brave Boy.

_Lov._ and _Free._ We'll die with thee, Captain--

_All._ Oh, noble Captain, we recant--

_1 Pren._ We recant, dear Captain, we'll die, one and all.

_All._ One and all, one and all.

_Capt._ Why, so there's some trusting to you now.

_3 Pren._ But is there such a Proclamation, Captain?

_Capt._ There is; but anon, when the Crop-ear'd Sheriff begins to read
it, let every Man enlarge his Voice, and cry, no Proclamation, no
Proclamation.

_All._ Agreed, agreed.

_Lov._ Brave noble Lads, hold still your Resolution, And when your
leisure Hours will give ye leave, Drink the King's Health, here's Gold
for you to do so.

_Free._ Take my Mite too, brave Lads. [Gives 'em Gold.

_All._ Hay! _Viva_ the brave Heroicks!

Enter _Ananias Gogle_.

_Ana._ Hum, what have we here, a Street-Conventicle-- or a Mutiny? Yea,
verily, it is a Mutiny-- What meaneth this Appearance in hostile manner,
in open Street, by Day-light?

_Capt._ Hah! one of the sanctify'd Lay Elders, one of the Fiends of the
Nation, that go about like roaring Lions seeking whom they may devour.

_Lov._ Who, Mr. _Ananias_ the Padder?

_Ana._ Bear witness, Gentlemen all, he calls me Highway-man; thou shalt
be hang'd for Scandal on the Brethren.

_Lov._ I'll prove what I say, Sirrah; do you not rob on the High-way i'
th' Pulpit? rob the Sisters, and preach it lawful for them to rob their
Husbands; rob Men even of their Consciences and Honesty; nay rather than
stand out, rob poor Wenches of their Bodkins and Thimbles?

_Ana._ I commit ye; here, Soldiers, I charge ye in the Name of-- of--
marry, I know not who, in my Name, and the good People of _England_,
take 'em to safe Custody.

_Capt._ How, lay hold of honest Gentlemen! Noble Cavaliers, knock him
down.

_All._ Knock him down, knock him down.

_Free._ Hold, worthy Youths; the Rascal has done me Service.

_Ana._ [Pulling off his Hat to 'em all.] Ye look like Citizens, that
evil Spirit is entered in unto you, oh Men of London! that ye have
changed your Note, like Birds of evil Omen; that you go astray after new
Lights, or rather no Lights, and commit Whoredom with your