Whose branch you are. The King will leave it me;
And I dare make it mine; you have your answer.

_Phi_. If thou wert sole inheritor to him,
That made the world his; and couldst see no sun
Shine upon any but thine: were _Pharamond_
As truly valiant, as I feel him cold,
And ring'd among the choicest of his friends,
Such as would blush to talk such serious follies,
Or back such bellied commendations,
And from this present, spight of all these bugs,
You should hear further from me.

_King_. Sir, you wrong the Prince:
I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends,
You deserve our frown: go to, be better temper'd.

_Phi_. It must be Sir, when I am nobler us'd.

_Gal_. Ladyes,
This would have been a pattern of succession,
Had he ne're met this mischief. By my life,
He is the worthiest the true name of man
This day within my knowledge.

_Meg_. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge,
But the other is the man set in mine eye;
Oh! 'tis a Prince of wax.

_Gal_. A Dog it is.

_King_. _Philaster_, tell me,
The injuries you aim at in your riddles.

_Phi_. If you had my eyes Sir, and sufferance,
My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes,
My want's great, and now nought but hopes and fears,
My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laught at.
Dare you be still my King and right me not?

_King_. Give me your wrongs in private.

[_They whisper_.

_Phi_. Take them, and ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas.

_Di_. He dares not stand the shock.

_Di_. I cannot blame, him, there's danger in't. Every man
in this age, has not a soul of Crystal for all men to
read their actions through: mens hearts and faces are
so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but
view yon stranger well, and you shall see a Feaver
through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true
Tenant; if he give not back his Crown again, upon the
report of an Elder Gun