ou must
Indure me, and you shall. This earth you tread upon
(A dowry as you hope with this fair Princess,
Whose memory I bow to) was not left
By my dead Father (Oh, I had a Father)
To your inheritance, and I up and living,
Having my self about me and my sword,
The souls of all my name, and memories,
These arms and some few friends, besides the gods,
To part so calmly with it, and sit still,
And say I might have been! I tell thee _Pharamond_,
When thou art King, look I be dead and rotten,
And my name ashes; For, hear me _Pharamond_,
This very ground thou goest on, this fat earth,
My Fathers friends made fertile with their faiths,
Before that day of shame, shall gape and swallow
Thee and thy Nation, like a hungry grave,
Into her hidden bowels: Prince, it shall;
By _Nemesis_ it shall.

_Pha_. He's mad beyond cure, mad.

_Di_. Here's a fellow has some fire in's veins:
The outlandish Prince looks like a Tooth-drawer.

_Phi_. Sir, Prince of Poppingjayes, I'le make it well appear
To you I am not mad.

_King_. You displease us.
You are too bold.

_Phi_. No Sir, I am too tame,
Too much a Turtle, a thing born without passion,
A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails over,
And makes nothing.

_King_. I do not fancy this,
Call our Physicians: sure he is somewhat tainted.

_Thra_. I do not think 'twill prove so.

_Di_. H'as given him a general purge already, for all the
right he has, and now he means to let him blood: Be
constant Gentlemen; by these hilts I'le run his
hazard, although I run my name out of the
Kingdom.

_Cle_. Peace, we are one soul.

_Pha_. What you have seen in me, to stir offence,
I cannot find, unless it be this Lady
Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession,
Which I must keep though it hath pleas'd your fury
To mutiny within you; without disputing
Your _Genealogies_, or taking knowledge