tizens with_ Pharamond.

_Cap_. Come my brave Mirmidons let's fall on, let our caps
Swarm my boys, and you nimble tongues forget your mothers
Gibberish, of what do you lack, and set your mouths
Up Children, till your Pallats fall frighted half a
Fathom, past the cure of Bay-salt and gross Pepper.
And then cry _Philaster_, brave _Philaster_,
Let _Philaster_ be deeper in request, my ding-dongs,
My pairs of dear Indentures, King of Clubs,
Than your cold water Chamblets or your paintings
Spitted with Copper; let not your hasty Silks,
Or your branch'd Cloth of Bodkin, or your Tishues,
Dearly belov'd of spiced Cake and Custard,
Your Robin-hoods scarlets and Johns, tie your affections
In darkness to your shops; no, dainty Duckers,
Up with your three pil'd spirits, your wrought valours.
And let your un-cut Coller make the King feel
The measure of your mightiness _Philaster_.
Cry my Rose nobles, cry.

_All_. Philaster, Philaster.

_Cap_. How do you like this my Lord Prince, these are
mad boys, I tell you, these are things that will not
strike their top-sayles to a Foist. And let a man of
war, an Argosie hull and cry Cockles.

_Pha_. Why you rude slave, do you know what you do?

_Cap_. My Pretty Prince of Puppets, we do know,
And give your greatness warning, that you talk
No more such Bugs-words, or that soldred Crown
Shall be scratch'd with a Musket: Dear Prince Pippen,
Down with your noble bloud; or as I live,
I'le have you codled: let him lose my spirits,
Make us a round Ring with your Bills my Hectors,
And let us see what this trim man dares do.
Now Sir, have at you; here I [lie],
And with this swashing blow, do you swear Prince;
I could hulk your Grace, and hang you up cross-leg'd,
Like a Hare at a Poulters, and do this with this wiper.

_Pha_. You will not see me murder'd wicked Villains?

_1 Cit_. Yes indeed will we Sir, we have not seen one fo[r]
a great while.

_Capt_. He w