Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_.

_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these
Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands
Uncivil Trades?

_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear,
We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers,
And when thy noble body is in durance,
Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on,
And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace
Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable,
And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen,
And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand
Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run
Even to the lees of honour.

_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self
Free as my thoughts are, by the gods I am.

_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King?
Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_?
Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets,
Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants?
Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck
With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle
And this man sleeps.

_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend,
I am what I was born to be, your Prince.

_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you,
You have a noble soul, forget my name,
And know my misery, set me safe aboard
From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live,
I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing,
Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness
Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together
The worst company of the worst men, madness, age,
To be as many Creatures as a woman,
And do as all they do, nay to despair;
But I would rather make it a new Nature,
And live with all those than endure one hour
Amongst these wild Dogs.

_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears,
Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you
I shall be old enough to find my safety.

_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you,
He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir.

_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le