_Fer._ Thou speak'st truth in all, And mercy is a vice, when there needs rigor, Which I, with all severity, will practice; And since, as subjects they pay not obedience, They shall be forc'd as slaves: I will remove Their means to hurt, and with the means, my fears; Goe you the fatal executioners Of my commands, and in our name proclaim, That from this hour I do forbid all meetings, All private conferences in the City: To feast a neighbor shall be death: to talk, As they meet in the streets, to hold discourse, By writing, nay by signs; see this perform'd, And I will call your cruelty, to those That dare repine at this, to me true service. _1 Gard._ This makes for us. _2 Gard._ I, now we have employments, If we grow not rich, 'twere fit we should be beggars. _Fer. Ronvere._ [_Exit Guard._ _Ron._ My Lord. _Cast._ Thou enemy to Majesty? What think'st thou of a kingdom? _Vil._ As of a man That hath power to do ill. _Cast._ Or a thing rather That does divide an Empire with the gods; Observe but with how little breath he shakes A populous City, which would stand unmov'd Against a whirlwind. _Vil._ Then you make him more Than him that rules the winds. _Cast._ For me I do profess it, Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth I would be mighty _Ferrant_. _Fer._ Who names me? Deliver thy thoughts slave, thy thoughts, and truly Or be no more. _Cast._ They rather will deserve Your favour than your fury; I admire, (As who does not, that is a loyal subject?) Your wisdom, power, your perfect happiness, The most blest of mankind. _Fer._ Didst thou but feel The weighty sorrows that sit on a Crown, Though thou shouldst find one in the streets _Castruccio_. Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up; But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune, Thou shalt e'r long taste of it. _Cast._ But one day, And then let me expire. _Fer._ Goe to my Wardrobe, And of the richest things I wear, cull out, What thou thinkst fit: do you attend him sirrah? _Vil._ I warrant you I shall be at his elbow, The fool will never leave him. [_Exit_ Cast., Villio. _Cast._ Made for ever. [_A shout within._ _Fer._ What shout is that, draw up our Guards. _Enter_ Virolet, Ascanio, _and a Servant._ _Ron._ Those rather Speak joy than danger. Bring her to my house, I would not have her seen here. _Fer._ My _Ascanio_! The most desir'd of all men, let me die In these embraces; how wert thou redeem'd? _Asc._ Sir, this is my preserver.