Spa.
Indeed it is not, Spaconia is my name; but I desire not to be known to other.
Pan.
Why, by me you shall not, I will never do you wrong, what good I can, I will, think not my birth or education such, that I should injure a stranger Virgin; you are welcome hither, in company you wish to be commanded, but when we are alone, I shall be ready to be your servant.
[Exeunt.
Enter three Men and a Woman.
1.
Come, come, run, run, run.
2.
We shall out-go her.
3.
One were better be hang'd than carry out women fidling to these shews.
Wom.
Is the King hard by?
1.
You heard he with the Bottles said, he thought we should come too late: What abundance of people here is!
Wom.
But what had he in those Bottles?
3.
I know not.
2.
Why, Ink goodman fool.
3.
Ink, what to do?
1.
Why the King look you, will many times call for these
Bottles, and break his mind to his friends.
Wom.
Let's take our places, we shall have no room else.
2.
The man told us he would walk o' foot through the people.
3.
I marry did he.
1.
Our shops are well look't to now.
2.
'Slife, yonder's my Master, I think.
1.
No 'tis not he.
Enter a man with two Citizens-wives.
1 Cit.
Lord how fine the fields be, what sweet living 'tis in the
Country!
2 Cit.
I poor souls, God help 'em; they live as contentedly as one of us.
1 Cit.
My husbands Cousin would have had me gone into the Country last year, wert thou ever there?
2 Cit.
I, poor souls, I was amongst 'em once.
1 Cit.
And what kind of creatures are they, for love of God?
2 Cit.
Very good people, God help 'em.
1 Cit.
Wilt thou go down with me this Summer when I am brought to bed?
2 Cit.
Alas, it is no place for us.
1 Cit.
Why, pray thee?
2 Cit.
Why you can have nothing there, there's no body cryes brooms.
1 Cit.
No?
2 Cit.
No truly, nor milk.
1 Cit.
Nor milk, how do they?
2 Cit.
They are fain to milk themselves i'th' Country.
1 Cit.
Good Lord! but the people there, I think, will be very dutiful to one of us.
2 Cit.
I God knows will they, and yet they do not greatly care for our husbands.
1 Cit.
Do they not? Alas! I'good faith I cannot blame them: for we do not greatly care for them our selves. Philip, I pray choose us a place.
Phil.
There's the best forsooth.
1 Cit.
By your leave good people a little.
3.
What's the matter?
Phil.
I pray you my friend, do not thrust my Mistress so, she's with
Child.
2.
Let her look to her self then, has she not had showing enough yet? if she stay shouldring here, she may haps go home with a cake in her belly.
3.
How now, goodman squitter-breech, why do you lean on me?
Phi.
Because I will.
3.
Will you Sir sawce-box?
1 Cit.
Look if one ha'not struck Philip, come hither Philip, why did he strike thee?
Phil.
For leaning on him.
1 Cit.
Why didst thou lean on him?
Phil.
I did not think he would have struck me.
1 Cit.
As God save me la thou'rt as wild as a Buck, there's no quarel but thou'rt at one end or other on't.
3.
It's at the first end then, for he'l ne'r stay the last.
1 Cit.
Well slip-string, I shall meet with you.
3.
When you will.
1 Cit.
I'le give a crown to meet with you.
3.
At a Bawdy-house.
1 Cit.
I you're full of your Roguery; but if I do meet you it shall cost me a fall.
Flourish. Enter one running.
4
The King, the King, the King. Now, now, now, now.
Flourish. Enter Arb. Tigr. The two Kings and Mardonius.
All.
God preserve your Majesty.
Arb.
I thank you all, now are my joyes at full, when I behold you safe, my loving Subjects; by you I grow, 'tis your united love that lifts me to this height: all the account that I can render you for all the love you have bestowed on me, all your expences to maintain my war, is but a little word, you will imagine 'tis slender paiment, yet 'tis such a word, as is not to be bought but with your bloods, 'tis Peace.
All.
God preserve your Majesty.
Arb.
Now you may live securely i'your Towns,
Your Children round about you; may sit
Under your Vines, and make the miseries
Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you,
And lend them sorrows; for your selves, you may
Safely forget there are such things as tears,
And you may all whose good thoughts I have gain'd,
Hold me unworthy, where I think my life
A sacrifice too great to keep you thus
In such a calm estate.
All.
God bless your Majesty.
Arb.
See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you fear'd, a captive home; behold him, 'tis Tigranes; in your heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance.
1 Cit.
Out upon him.
2 Cit.
How he looks.
3 Wom.
Hang him, hang him.
Mar.
These are sweet people.
Tigr.
Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common people.
Arb.
It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.
All.
The Lord bless your Majesty.
Tigr.
So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself: I would not be so vain-glorious.