Clem. Nay; for mine own part, I hold myself as good a Christian in these clothes, as the proudest infidel of them all. _Re-enter_ Alcade _and_ Joffer. Alcade. Sir, by your leave, you’re of the English train? Clem. I am so, thou great monarch of the Mauritanians. Joffer. Then, ’tis the king’s command we give you all attendance. Clem. Great Signior of the Saracens, I thank thee. Alcade. Will you walk in to banquet? Clem. I will make bold to march in towards your banquet, and there comfit myself, and cast all caraways down my throat, the best way I have to conserve myself in health; and for your country’s sake, which is called Barbary, I will love all barbers and barberries the better. And for you Moors, thus much I mean to say, I’ll see if more I eat, the more I may. _Enter two_ Merchants. 1st Merchant. I pray, sir, are you of the English train? Clem. Why, what art thou, my friend? 1st Merchant. Sir, a French merchant, run into relapse, And forfeit of the law. Here’s for you, sir, Forty good Barbary pieces, to deliver Your lady this petition, who, I hear, Can all things with the king. Clem. Your gold doth bind me to you.--You may see what it is to be a sudden courtier: I no sooner put my nose into the court, but my hand itches for a bribe already.--What’s your business, my friend? 2nd Merchant. Some of my men, for a little outrage done, Are sentenced to the galleys. Clem. To the gallows? 2nd Merchant. No; to the galleys. Now, could your lady purchase Their pardon from the king, here’s twenty angels.[2.63] Clem. What are you, sir? 2nd Merchant. A Florentine merchant. Clem. Then you are, as they say, a Christian? 2nd Merchant. Heaven forbid, else! Clem. I should not have the faith to take your gold, else. Attend on me: I’ll speak in your behalf.-- Where be my bashaws? Usher us in state: And when we sit to banquet, see you wait. [_Flourish. Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_The same_. _Enter_ Spencer. Spencer. This day the king ascends his royal throne. The honest merchant, in whose ship I came, Hath, by a cunning quiddit[2.64] in the law, Both ship and goods made forfeit to the king, To whom I will petition. But no more; He’s now upon his entrance. [_Hautboys_. _Enter_ Mullisheg, Bess, Captain Goodlack, Roughman, Alcade, Joffer, _with all the other train_. Mullisheg. Here seat thee, maid of England, like a queen-- The style we’ll give thee, wilt thou deign us love. Bess. Bless me, you holy angels! Mullisheg. What is’t offends you, sweet? Spencer. I am amazed, and know not what to think on’t. Bess. Captain, dost not see? Is not that Spencer’s ghost? Goodlack. I see, and, like you, I am ecstasied. Spencer. If mine eyes mistake not, That should be Captain Goodlack, and that Bess. But oh! I cannot be so happy. Goodlack. ’Tis he, and I’ll salute him.