_King_. Is your Boy turn'd away? _Are_. You did command Sir, and I obey you. _King_. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further. _Cle_. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks that were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortified member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical Justice or other, would presently (without the help of an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog-whip. _Di_. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil can a man see in her face, but that she's honest? _Pha_. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twinkling with the eye, that spoils her Coat; but he must be a cunning Herald that finds it. _Di_. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with the Carriage. _Cle_. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her will: before she was common talk, now none dare say, Cantharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant, willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it, to be tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection, and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days: Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would come out of the City for these Licences? _King_. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen. [_Exeunt_. _Enter two_ Woodmen. _1 Wood_.What, have you lodged the Deer? _2 Wood_. Yes, they are ready for the Bow. _1 Wood_. Who shoots? _2 Wood_. The Princess. _1 Wood_. No she'l Hunt. _2 Wood_. She'l take a Stand I say. _1 Wood_. Who else? _2 Wood_. Why the young stranger Prince.