send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello.

4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that
extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle
from useth them, that might be very usefull.

CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem
amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke
you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your
saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_
must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he
must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit
that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave
regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted
counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht
crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put
him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils
in execution.

SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him.

OTHERS. Hang him, hang him.

[Enter PHYLASTER.

CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops:
shall I begin?

PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen.

OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.

CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute
my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty?
PHI. I am, most loving countrimen.

CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to
whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke,
this head-strong swarme that follow me humming
like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and
being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed
him shall suffer for thy wrongs.

OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him.

PHI. But heare me, Countrimen.

CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_.

OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince.

PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere
Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd
the prossecuting fury of my foes.

OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um.

PHI. I finde you will,