FLO. You may not. His majesty is now down-press'd with seriousness: As for your suit, it is with Prate the orator, I heard his highness give him a special charge For your despatch with favour. MECH. O, but he doth neglect, And slights me like his weak orations: And by your lordship's leave I do not think His wisdom worthy of the conference. FLO. Nay, if you will correct the king's coin, you are not for my conference, farewell. [_Exit_ FLORIO. MECH. Why, and fare you well! sfoot, this is more than strange, That, being griev'd, I may not say I'm pain'd. _Enter_ ALPHONSO. But here comes another: mine honourable lord, May I not have some conference with the king? ALPH. You may not; business of greater weight Imports both him and us: nay, pray you cease; As for your suit, 'tis with the orator. MECH. Yet, methinks, 'twere meet------ ALPH. That you would rather trouble him than me. MECH. It's strange. ALPH. It's strange, indeed, to see you wrong your ease. I am not now for idle conferences. Adieu. [_Exit_ ALPHONSO. MECH. Why this is court-grace[174] to men in misery, And thus these tail-less lions with their roar Affright the simple herd: O, I could now Turn rebel 'gainst their pride. _Enter_ EPIRE. But here comes the duke: My gracious lord, vouchsafe to hear my griefs. EPIRE. For God's love, cease your trouble, we are all Troubled with griefs of stranger qualities. MECH. Words are no heavy burthen. EPIRE. No, had I no other weight; But we are all press'd down with other poise: As for your suit, it is referr'd to Prate: And he must give you fair despatch with favour; Which if he slight for envy or for bribe, Repair to me, and I will not forget To give you ease, and chide his negligence; Mean space, I pray you leave me, for we all Are troubled now with greatest miracles.[175] MECH. Your grace doth do me comfort, and I will Study with service to deserve your favours, And so I take my leave. [_Exit_ MECHANT. _Enter two_ DOCTORS. EPIRE. Your own contentments follow you. Now, gentlemen, What news within? can this dumb wonder speak? Have you cut off those lets that tied his speech, And made your fames to sound through Sicily? 1ST DOC. All hopeful means that man or art can find Have we made trial of, but 'tis in vain: For still, my lord, the cure's invincible. 2D DOC. Those organs nature gave to move the tongue, He fully doth possess as well as we: Which makes us think his sudden apoplexy Is either will, vow, or a miracle.