But if my intrest in your loves be such,
As the world takes notice of, Let me crave
You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand,
And from me accept this

[_Gives um his purse_.

Testimonie of my love.
Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes,
Which shall redowne with showred courtesies.

CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty
thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy
perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts
amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we
are those will follow thee, and in thy service will
scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most
noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's
retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble
_Phylaster_.

OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.

[ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens.

PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life,
For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd.

PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King,
Who was carefull to preserve ye.
[_Exit_.

[_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.

TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest.

LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.

CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this.

LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong
um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?

TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your
love to _Phylaster_, sir.

LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere
serve me to looke on them?

CLE. O very well Sir.

LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang
my selfe in revenge.

CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.

LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King
is comming,

[ _Cornets sounds_.

_Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a