The City up! this was above our wishes.

_Di_. I and the Marriage too; by my life,
This noble Lady has deceiv'd us all, a plague upon my
self; a thousand plagues, for having such unworthy
thoughts of her dear honour: O I could beat my self,
or do you beat me and I'le beat you, for we had all one
thought.

_Cle_. No, no, 'twill but lose time.

_Di_. You say true, are your swords sharp? Well my dear
Country-men, what ye lack, if you continue and fall
not back upon the first broken shin, I'le have you
chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled
and all to be prais'd, and sung in Sonnets, and bath'd
in new brave Ballads, that all tongues shall troule you
_in Saecula Saeculorum_ my kind Can-carriers.

_Thra_. What if a toy take 'em i'th' heels now, and they
run all away, and cry the Devil take the hindmost?

_Di_. Then the same Devil take the foremost too, and
sowce him for his breakfast; if they all prove
Cowards, my curses fly amongst them and be
speeding. May they have Murreins raign to keep
the Gentlemen at home unbound in easie freeze:
May the Moths branch their Velvets, and their
Silks only be worn before sore eyes. May their false
lights undo 'em, and discover presses, holes, stains,
and oldness in their Stuffs, and make them shop-rid:
May they keep Whores and Horses, and break; and
live mued up with necks of Beef and Turnips: May
they have many children, and none like the Father:
May they know no language but that gibberish they
prattle to their Parcels, unless it be the goarish Latine
they write in their bonds, and may they write that
false, and lose their debts.

_Enter the_ King.

_King_. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them;
how they swarm together! what a hum they raise;
Devils choak your wilde throats; If a man had need
to use their valours, he must pay a Brokage for it,
and then bring 'em on, they will fight like sheep.
'Tis _Philaster_, none but