_Mast._ Take Wine and purge it. _Boats._ I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand; A thousand pottle Pills. _Gun._ Take more. _Boats._ Good Doctor, Your patient is easily perswaded. _Mast._ The next fair open weather Methinks this _Jew_ If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers, And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush, he might pick a pretty living. _Boats._ The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him; For if you mark their marches, they are tender, Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies, And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon, Or some Physitian for a year or two, And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle. This _Jew_ might live a _Gentile_ here. [_Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off._ _Ses._ What are these? Stand close and mark? _Boats._ These are no men, th' are motions. _Ses._ What sad and ruthful faces! _Boats._ How they duck! This senceless, silent courtesie methinks, Shews like two _Turks_, saluting one another, Upon two _French_ Porters backs. _Ses._ They are my Countrey-men, And this, some forc'd infliction from the tyrant; What are you, why is this? why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadows? why so sad? Your tongues seal'd up; are ye of several Countries? You understand not one another? _Gun._ That's an _Englishman_, He looks as though he had lost his dog. _Ses._ Your habits Shew ye all _Neopolitanes_; and your faces Deliver you oppressed things; speak boldly: Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak? _Mast._ They shake their heads and weep. _Ses._ Oh misery! Give plenteous sorrow, and no tongues to shew 'em! This is a studied cruelty. _1 Cit._ Begone Sir, It seems you are a stranger, and save your self. _2 Cit._ You wonder here at us; as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly, and boldly, The Kings command being publisht to the contrary; 'Tis death here, above two, to talk together; And that must be but common salutation neither, Short, and so part. _Boats._ How should a man buy mustard, If he be forc'd to stay the making of it? _Within 1._ Clear all the streets before the King. _1 Cit._ Get off Sir, And shift as we must do. [_Exeunt Citizens._ _Ses._ I'll see his glory. _Mast._ Stand fast now and like men. [_Flourish Colours._ _Enter_ Castruccio _like the King, in the midst of a Guard._ Villio. _Cast._ Begin the game, Sir, And pluck me down the Row Of houses there. They hide the view o'th' hill; and sink those Merchants, Their ships are foul and stink. _Mast._ This is a sweet youth.