_Anc._ Measuring the City: I have left my Brooms at gate here; By this time the Porter has stole 'em to sweep out Rascals. _Theod._ Bro[o]ms? _Anc._ I have been crying Brooms all the town over, And such a Mart I have made, there's no tread near it. O the young handsom wenches, how they twitter'd, When they but saw me shake my ware, and sing too; Come hither Master Broom-man I beseech ye: Good Master Broom-man hither, cries another. _The._ Thou art a mad fellow. _Anc._ They are all as mad as I: they all have tra[de]s now, And roar about the streets like Bull-beggers. _The._ What company of Souldiers are they? _Anc._ By this means I have gather'd Above a thousand tall and hardy Souldiers, If need be Colonel. _The._ That need's come _Ancient_, And 'twas discreetly done: goe, draw 'em presently, But without suspicion: this night we shall need 'em; Let 'em be near the Court, let _Putskie_ guide 'em; And wait me for occasion: here I'le stay still. _Puts._ If it fall out we are ready; if not we are scatter'd: I'le wait ye at an inch. _The._ Doe, Farewel. [_Exeunt._ SCENA III. _Enter Duke_, Borosky. _Duke._ Are the Souldiers still so mutinous? _Bor._ More than ever, No Law nor Justice frights 'em: all the Town over They play new pranks and gambols: no mans person, Of what degree soever, free from abuses: And durst they doe this, (let your grace consider) These monstrous, most offensive things, these villanies, If not set on, and fed? if not by one They honour more than you? and more aw'd by him? _Duke._ Happily their own wants. _Boros._ I offer to supply 'em, And every hour make tender of their moneys: They scorn it, laugh at me that offer it: I fear the next device will be my life Sir; And willingly I'le give it, so they stay there. _Duke._ Do you think Lord _Archas_ privie? _Bor._ More than thought, I know it Sir, I know they durst not doe These violent rude things, abuse the State thus, But that they have a hope by his ambitions-- _Duke._ No more: he's sent for? _Boros._ Yes, and will be here sure. _Duke._ Let me talk further with you anon. _Boros._ I'le wait Sir. _Duke._ Did you speak to the Ladies? _Boros._ They'l attend your grace presently. _Duke._ How do you like 'em? _Boros._ My eyes are too dull Judges. They wait here Sir. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Honora, _and_ Viola.