_The._ Well, be it so; I here receive ye; for my followers a great way off. _Nea._ Seven miles, my Lord, no further. _Onos._ By what time, Sir, (by this measure) may I come to follow him in his Chamber? _Nea._ Why when his Chamber, Sir, is seven miles long. _Enter Euphanes, Conon, Page, Gent. Attendants._ _Gent._ Make way there for my Lord _Euphanes_. _Cra._ Look Sir, _Jove_ appears, The Peacock of our State, that spreads a train Brighter than _Iris_ blushes after rain. _Euph._ You need not thank me _Conon_, in your love You Antidated what I can do for you, And I, in gratitude, was bound to this, And am to much more: and what ere he be Can with unthankfulness assoile me, let him Dig out mine eyes, and sing my name in verse, In Ballad verse, at every drinking house, And no man be so charitable to lend me A Dogg to guide my steps. _Nea._ Haile to _Euphanes_. _Sos._ Mighty _Euphanes_. _Era._ The great Prince _Euphanes_. _Tut._ Key of the Court, and Jewell of the Queen. _Unc. Sol_ in our Firmament. _Onos._ Pearl in the States eye. _Nea._ Being a black man. _Era._ Mistress of the Land. _Nea._ Our humble, humble poor Petitions are, That we may hold our places. _All._ May we? _Euph._ Yes; be you malicious knaves still; and you fools. _Con._ This is the Princes, and your brothers spight. _Euph._ I know't, but will not know it. _Con._ Yonder they are. Who's fine child's this? _Unc._ Sir. _Ones._ Unckle le'be, Let him alone, he is a mighty Prince. _Euph._ I ask your Highness pardon: I protest By _Jupiter_ I saw you not. _The._ Humh, it may be so, You have rais'd such mountaines 'twixt your eyes and me, That I am hidden quite: what do ye mean Sir? You much forget your self.