Your Noble name from eating age) do I
Opine myself most happy. Gentlemen,
Believe me in a word, a Princes word,
There shall be nothing to make up a Kingdom
Mighty, and flourishing, defenced, fear'd,
Equall to be commanded and obey'd,
But through the travels of my life I'le find it,
And tye it to this Country. And I vow
My reign shall be so easie to the subject,
That every man shall be his Prince himself,
And his own law (yet I his Prince and law.)
And dearest Lady, to your dearest self
(Dear, in the choice of him, whose name and lustre
Must make you more and mightier) let me say,
You are the blessed'st living; for sweet Princess,
You shall enjoy a man of men, to be
Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom
Great Queens must die.

_Thra_. Miraculous.

_Cle_. This speech calls him _Spaniard_, being nothing but
A large inventory of his own commendations.

[_Enter_ Philaster.

_Di_. I wonder what's his price? For certainly he'll tell
himself he has so prais'd his shape: But here comes one
more worthy those large speeches, than the large
speaker of them? let me be swallowed quick, if I can
find, in all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues, one sinew
sound enough to promise for him, he shall be Constable.
By this Sun, he'll ne're make King unless it be for trifles,
in my poor judgment.

_Phi_. Right Noble Sir, as low as my obedience,
And with a heart as Loyal as my knee,
I beg your favour.

_King_. Rise, you have it Sir.

_Di_. Mark but the King how pale he looks with fear.
Oh! this same whorson Conscience, how it jades us!

_King_. Speak your intents Sir.

_Phi_. Shall I speak 'um freely?
Be still my royal Soveraign.

_King_. As a subject
We give you freedom.

_Di_. Now it heats.

_Phi_. Then thus I turn
My language to you Prince, you foreign man.
Ne're stare nor put on wonder, for y