to
one of us.
_2 Cit_.
I God knows will they, and yet they do not greatly care for our
husbands.
_1 Cit_.
Do they not? Alas! I'good faith I cannot blame them: for we do
not greatly care for them our selves. _Philip_, I pray choose us
a place.
_ Phil_.
There's the best forsooth.
_1 Cit_.
By your leave good people a little.
_3_.
What's the matter?
_ Phil_.
I pray you my friend, do not thrust my Mistress so, she's with
Child.
_2_.
Let her look to her self then, has she not had showing enough
yet? if she stay shouldring here, she may haps go home with a
cake in her belly.
_3_.
How now, goodman squitter-breech, why do you lean on me?
_ Phi_.
Because I will.
_3_.
Will you Sir sawce-box?
_1 Cit_.
Look if one ha'not struck _Philip_, come hither _Philip_, why did
he strike thee?
_ Phil_.
For leaning on him.
_1 Cit_.
Why didst thou lean on him?
_ Phil_.
I did not think he would have struck me.
_1 Cit_.
As God save me la thou'rt as wild as a Buck, there's no quarel
but thou'rt at one end or other on't.
_3_.
It's at the first end then, for he'l ne'r stay the last.
_1 Cit_.
Well slip-string, I shall meet with you.
_3_.
When you will.
_1 Cit_.
I'le give a crown to meet with you.
_3_.
At a Bawdy-house.
_1 Cit_.
I you're full of your Roguery; but if I do meet you it shall cost
me a fall.
_ Flourish. Enter one running_.
_4_
The King, the King, the King. Now, now, now, now.
_ Flourish. Enter_ Arb. Tigr. _The two Kings and_ Mardonius.
_ All_.
God preserve your Majesty.
_Arb_.
I thank you all, now are my joyes at full, when I behold you
safe, my loving Subjects; by you I grow, 'tis your united love
that lifts me to this height: all the account that I can render
you for all the love you have bestowed on me, all your expences
to maintain my war, is but a little word, you will imagine 'tis
slender paiment, yet 'tis such a word, as is not to be bought but
with your bloods, 'tis Peace.
_ All_.
God preserve your Majesty.
_Arb_.
Now you may live securely i'your Towns,
Your Children round about you; may sit
Under your Vines, and make the miseries
Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you,
And lend them sorrows; for your selves, you may
Safely forget there are such things as tears,
And you may all whose good tho
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