_Ger_. I hope so. This three years have I fed upon your bounties, And by the fire of your blest charity warm'd me, And yet, good Master, pardon me, that must, Though I have now receiv'd your alms, presume To make one sute more to you. _Gos_. What is't _Clause_? _Ger_. Yet do not think me impudent I beseech you, Since hitherto your charity hath prevented My begging your relief, 'tis not for mony Nor cloaths (good Master) but your good word for me. _Gos_. That thou shalt have, _Clause_, for I think thee honest. _Ger_. To morrow then (dear M'r.) take the trouble Of walking early unto _Beggars Bush_, And as you see me, among others (Brethren In my affliction) when you are demanded Which you like best among us, point out me, And then pass by, as if you knew me not. _Gos_. But what will that advantage thee? _Ger_. O much Sir, 'Twill give me the preheminence of the rest, Make me a King among 'em, and protect me From all abuse, such as are stronger, might Offer my age; Sir, at your better leisure I will inform you further of the good It may do to me. _Gos_. 'Troth thou mak'st me wonder; Have you a King and common-wealth among you? _Ger_. We have, and there are States are govern'd worse. _Gos_. Ambition among Beggars? _Ger_. Many great ones Would part with half their states, to have the place, And credit to beg in the first file, Master: But shall I be so much bound to your furtherance In my Petition? _Gos._ That thou shalt not miss of, Nor any worldly care make me forget it, I will be early there. _Ger._ Heaven bless my Master. [_Exeunt_. _ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._ _Enter_ Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Clause, Jaculine, Snap, Ginks, _and other beggars_. _Hig._ Come Princes of the ragged regiment, You o' the blood, _Prig_ my most upright Lord, And these (what name or title, e're they bear) _Jarkman_, or _Patrico_, _Cranke_, or _Clapperdudgeon_, _Frater_, or _Abram-man_; I speak to all That stand in fair Election for the title Of King of _Beggars_, with the command adjoyning, _Higgen_, your Orator, in this Inter-regnum, That whilom was your Dommerer, doth beseech you All to stand fair, and put your selves in rank, That the first Comer, may at his first view Make a free choice, to say up the question. _Fer. Pr._ 'Tis done Lord _Higgen_. _Hig._ Thanks to Prince _Prig_, Prince _Ferret_. _Fer._ Well, pray my Masters all, _Ferret_ be chosen, Y'are like to have a mercifull mild Prince of me.