_Cast._ All that are taken in assemblies, Their houses and their wives, their wealths are forfeit, Their lives at your devotion. Villains, Knaves, I'll make you bow and shake, I'll make you kneel Rogues. How brave 'tis to b[e] a King! _Gun._ Here's fine tumbling. _Cast._ No man shall sit i'th' temple near another. _Boats._ Nor lie with his own wife. _Cast._ All upon pain Of present death, forget to write. _Boats._ That's excellent, Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels. _Cast._ No character, or stamp, that may deliver This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey. _Gun._ Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s. Your friend and _Oliver_. No more. _Cast._ No man smile, And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning, And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him. _Enter_ Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, _and_ Martia _passing over._ _Ses._ What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure, My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore Now is my time. _Mast._ Do what you will. _Ses._ Stay hold yet, My Countrey shall be serv'd first, let her go, We'll have an hour for her to make her tremble. Now shew our selves, and bless you with your valours. _Guard._ Here's a whole plump of Rogues. [Virolet _and they off again._ _Ses._ Now for your Countrey. _Cast._ Away with 'em and hang 'em; shew no mercy, I say no mercy. _Ses._ Be it so upon 'em. _Guard._ Treason, treason, treason. _Boats._ Cut the sla[ve]s to giggets. _Gun._ Down with the Bul-beefs. _Ses._ Hold, hold, I command you,----look here. _Cast._ A miserable thing, I am no King Sir. _Ses._ Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life. Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring. _Boats._ I'st not the King. _Ses._ No, 'tis a prating Rascal, The puppy makes him mirth. _Cast._ Yes Sir I am a puppy. _Boats._ I beseech you let me hang him, I'll do't in my Belt straight. _Cast._ As you are honourable, It is enough you may hang me. _Gun._ I'll hang a squib at's tail That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard. _Cast._ Do any thing. But do not kill me Gentlemen. [_Enter Citizen._ _Boates._ Let's flea him, and have him flye blown. _Cit._ Away, and save your lives. The King himself is coming on; if you stay, You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness Wilfully perish. _Sess._ How near? _2. Cit._ He's here behind you. [_Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens._ _Sess._ We thank you. _Vanish._ _Enter_ Ferand, Ronvere. _Florish Cornets._ _Fer._ Double the Guards and take in men that dare, These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels? To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em? Under our nose distur[b]'d our rest?