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Bel. Lament no more.
Phi. What would you have done If you
had wrong'd me basely, and had found My life no price, compar'd to yours ? For love, Sirs, Deal with me plainly.
Bel. 'Twas mistaken, Sir.
Clere.So please you, Sir, he's gone to see the city, And the new platform, with some gentlemen Attending on him.
King. Is the princess ready
Thra. She waits your grace.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. To your strength, O king,
Enter another Messenger. Mef. Arm, arm, O king, the city is in mutiny, Led by an old grey ruffian, who comes on In rescue of the lord Philaster.
[Exit. King. Away to th' citadel ; I'll see them fafe, And then cope with these burghers : Let the guard And all the gentlemen give strong attendance.
[Exit king. Manent Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline, Clere. The city up! this was above our wishes.
Dion. Well, my dear countrymen, if you continue, and fall not back upon the first broken shin, I'll have you chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled, and sung in all-to-be-prais’d fonnets, and gravid in new brave ballads, that all tongues shall troule you in fæcula fæculorum, my kind can-carriers!
Thra. What if a toy take 'em i’th' heels now, and they all run away, and cry, 'the devil take the hindmost ?'
Dion. Then the same devil take the foremost too, And fowce him for his breakfast ! If they all prove
cowards, My curses fly among them and be speeding! May they have murrains reign to keep the gentlemen At home, unbound in easy freeze ! May the moths branch their velvets! may their
false lights Undo 'em, and discovei preffes, holes, stains, And oldness in their stuffs, and make them shop-rid! May they keep whores and horses, and break; And live mew'd up with necks of beef and turnips ! May they have many children, and none like the
father! May they know no language but that gibberish They prattle to their parcels, unless it be The Gothick Latin they write in their bonds, And may they write that false, and lose their debts!
Enter the King King. 'Tis Philaster, None but Philaster, must allay this heať: They will not hear me speak; but call me tyrant. My daughter and Bellario too declare, Were he to die, that they would both die with him. Oh run, dear friend, and bring the lord Philaster; Speak him fair ; call him Prince; do him all
The courtesy you can ; commend me to him.
Phi. Mighty Sir,
King. Let your own word free them.
Phi. Then thus Itake my leave, kissing your hand,
Scene, a street in the city.
Enter an old captain and citizens, with Pharamond.
Capt. Come, my brave myrmidons, let us fall on; let our caps swarm, my boys, and your nimble tongues forget your mothers' gibberith, of what do you lack, and fet your mouths' up, children, till your palates fall frighted half a fathom, past the cure of bay-salt and gross pepper, and then cry Philaster, brave Philaster!
All. Philafter ! Philaster!
Enter Philaster. All. Long live Philaster, the brave prince
Philaster! Phi. I thank you, gentlemen ; but why are these Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands Uncivil trades?
Capt. My royal Roficlear, We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers ; And when thy noble body is in durance, Thus we do clap our musty murrions on, And trace the streets in terror : Is it peace, G4