Some young unmanag'd thing,
But I may live to see--

Juan de Castro:

'Tis worth experience,
Let's walk abroad and view our Companies.

[Exeunt.

[Enter _Sanchio_, and _Alonzo_.]

Sanchio:

What, are you for the Wars, _Alonzo_?

Alonzo:

It may be I,
It may be no, e'n as the humour takes me.
If I find peace amongst the female Creatures,
And easie entertainment, I'll stay at home,
I am not so far obliged yet to long Marches
And mouldy Biskets, to run mad for Honour,
When you are all gone I have my choice before me.

Sanchio:

Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou
Never leave whoring?