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 multitudes 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: God keep you all. [_ Flourish. Exeunt Kings and their Train_. _ All_. God bless your Majesty, God bless your Majesty. _1_. Come, shall we go? all's done. _ Wom_. I for God 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 glass; 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_. Not very ill. Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have Her Husband chosen to her hands. _Arb_. Why _Gobrias_ let her, I must have her know, my will and not her own must govern her: what will she marry with some slave at home? _Gob_. O she is far from any stubbornness, you much mistake her, and no doubt will like where you would have her, but when you behold her, you will be loth to part with such a jewel. _Arb_. To part with her? why _Gobrias_, art thou mad? she is my Sister. _Gob_. Sir, I know she is: but it were pity to make poor our Land, with such a beauty to enrich another. _Arb_. Pish will she have him? _Gob_. I do hope she will not, I think she will Sir. _Arb_. Were she my Father and my Mother too, and all the names for which we think folks friends, she should be forc't to have him when I know 'tis fit: I will not hear her say she's loth. _Gob_. Heaven bring my purpose luckily to pass, you know 'tis just, she will not need constraint she loves you so. _Arb_. How does she love me, speak? _Gob_. She loves you more than people love their health, that live by labour; more than I could love a man that died for me, if he could live again. _Arb_. She is not like her mother then. _Gob_.