_Men._ We attend Sir, but first we must look to th' Doors. [_Knocking within._ The King has charged us. [_Exeunt._ _Enter two Servants._ _1 Ser._ What a noise do you keep there? call my fellows O' the Guard; you must cease now untill the King be Enter'd, he is gone to th' Temple now. _2 Serv._ Look to that back door, and keep it fast, They swarm like Bees about it. _Enter_ Camillo, Cleanthes, Menallo, Tony _following._ _Cam._ Keep back those Citizens, and let their wives in, Their handsome wives. _Tony._ They have crowded me to Verjuyce, I sweat like a Butter-box. _1 Serv._ Stand further off there. _Men._ Take the women aside, and talk with 'em in private, Give 'em that they came for. _Tony._ The whole Court cannot do it; Besides, the next Mask if we use 'em so, They'l come by millions to expect our largess; We have broke a hundred heads. _Cle._ Are they so tender? _Ton._ But 'twas behind, before they have all murrions. _Cam._ Let in those Ladies, make 'em room for shame there. _Ton._ They are no Ladies, there's one bald before 'em, A gent. bald, they are curtail'd queans in hired clothes, They come out of _Spain_ I think, they are very sultry. _Men._ Keep 'em in breath for an Embassadour. [_Knocks within._ Me thinks my nose shakes at their memories, What bounsing's that? _Within._ I am one of the Musick Sir. _Within._ I have sweat-meats for the banquet. _Cam._ Let 'em in. _Ton._ They lye my Lord, they come to seek their wives, Two broken Citizens. _Cam._ Break 'em more, they are but brusled yet. Bold Rascals, offer to disturb your wives? _Cle._ Lock the doors fast, the Musick, hark, the King comes. _A Curtain drawn._ _The King, Queen,_ Valerio, Evanthe, _Ladies, Attendants,_ Camillo, Cleanthes, Sorano, Menallo. _A Mask._ Cupid _descends, the Graces sitting by him,_ Cupid _being_ _bound the Graces unbind him, he speaks._