_Ses._ Then wait the first occasion, and like _Curtius_, I'll leap the gulph before you, fearless leap it: Then follow me like men, and if our virtues May buoy our Countrey up, and set her shining In her first state; our fair revenges taken, We have our noble ends or else our ashes. [_Exeunt._ _Actus V. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Ascanio, _and_ Martia _above._ _Mart._ As you are noble, keep me from discovery, And let me only run a strangers fortune; For when the King shall find I am his daughter He ever holds most ominous, and hates most: With what eyes can he look, how entertain me, But with his fears and cruelties? _Asc._ I have found you, Suspect not, I am bound to what you like best, What you intend, I dare not be so curious To question now, and what you are, lies hid here. _Enter_ Ferrand _and_ Ronvere _above._ The King comes, make your fortune, I shall joy in't. _Ron._ All things are ready sir to make you merry, And such a King, you shall behold him now. _Fer._ I long for't, For I have need of mirth. _Ron._ The Lady sir. _Fer._ Now as I am a King, a sprightly beauty, A goodly sweet aspect! my thanks _Ronvere_, My best thanks; on your lips I seal your wishes, Be what you can; imagine mine, and happy. And now sit down and smile; come my _Ascanio_; And let this Monarch enter. _Enter_ Sess. _and_ Mr. B[o]tsw. Gunner, _and_ Saylors. _Ronv._ These are the _Switzers_: I told your grace of. _Fer._ Goodly promising fellows, With faces to keep fools in awe, I like 'em; Go guard the presence well, and do your duties, To morrow I shall take a farther view: _Sess._ You shall Sir, Or I shall loose my will; how the whore's mounted! How she sits thron'd! thou blasing muddy meteor, That frightest the under world with lustful flashes, How I shall dash thy flames! away, no word more. [_Ex._ Sess. _and his company._ Florish Cor. _Enter_ Villio, Castruchio, Doctor, _and a Guard._ _Fer._ Now, here he comes in glory; be merry Masters, A Banquet too? [_meat conveyed away._ _Ron._ O, he must sit in State Sir! _Asca._ How rarely he is usher'd! can he think now He is a King indeed? _Ron._ Mark but his countenance. _Cast._ Let me have pleasures infinite, and to the height, And women in abundance, many women, _Enter Ladies._ I will disport my grace, Stand there and long for me. What have ye brought me here? is this a Feast Fit for a Prince? a mighty Prince? are these things, These preparations, ha? _Doct._ May it please your grace?