A King, and No King Part 16

_3 Wom_.

Hang him, hang him.

_Mar_.

These are sweet people.

_Tigr_.

Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common people.

_Arb_.

It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.

_ All_.

The Lord bless your Majesty.

_Tigr_.

So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself: I would not be so vain-glorious.

_Arb_.

If there be any thing in which I may Do good to any creature, here speak out; For I must leave you: and it troubles me, That my occasions for the good of you, Are such as call me from you: else, my joy Would be to spend my days among you all.

You shew your loves in these large mult.i.tudes That come to meet me, I will pray for you, Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years, And live to see your childrens children sit At your boards with plenty: when there is A want of any thing, let it be known To me, and I will be a Father to you: G.o.d keep you all.

[_ Flourish. Exeunt Kings and their Train_.

_ All_.

G.o.d bless your Majesty, G.o.d bless your Majesty.

_1_.

Come, shall we go? all's done.

_ Wom_.

I for G.o.d sake, I have not made a fire yet.

_2_.

Away, away, all's done.

_3_.

Content, farewel _Philip_.

_1 Cit_.

Away you halter-sack you.

_2_.

_Philip_ will not fight, he's afraid on's face.

_ Phil_.

I marry am I afraid of my face.

_3_.

Thou wouldst be _Philip_ if thou sawst it in a gla.s.s; it looks so like a Visour.

[_Exeunt _2_., _3_., and Woman_.

_1 Cit_.

You'l be hang'd sirra: Come _Philip_ walk before us homewards; did not his Majesty say he had brought us home Pease for all our money?

_2 Cit_.

Yes marry did he.

_1 Cit_.

They're the first I heard of this year by my troth, I longed for some of 'em: did he not say we should have some?

_2 Cit_.

Yes, and so we shall anon I warrant you have every one a peck brought home to our houses.

_Actus Tertius_.

_Enter_ Arbaces _and_ Gobrias.

_Arb_.

My Sister take it ill?

_Gob_.