A King, and No King. Beaumont Francis

Cit.

      Wilt thou go down with me this Summer when I am brought to bed?

      2 Cit.

      Alas, it is no place for us.

      1 Cit.

      Why, pray thee?

      2 Cit.

      Why you can have nothing there, there's no body cryes brooms.

      1 Cit.

      No?

      2 Cit.

      No truly, nor milk.

      1 Cit.

      Nor milk, how do they?

      2 Cit.

      They are fain to milk themselves i'th' Country.

      1 Cit.

      Good Lord! but the people there, I think, will be very dutiful 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 thoughts I have gain'd,

      Hold me unworthy, where I think my life

      A sacrifice too great to keep you thus

      In such a calm estate.

      All.

      God bless your Majesty.

      Arb.

      See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you fear'd, a captive home; behold him, 'tis Tigranes; in your heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance.

      1 Cit.

      Out upon him.

      2 Cit.

      How he looks.

      3 Wom.

      Hang him, hang him.

      Mar.

      These are sweet people.

      Tigr.

      Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common people.

      Arb.

      It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.

      All.

      The Lord bless your Majesty.

      Tigr.

      So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself: I would not be so vain-glorious.

      Arb.

      If there be any thing in which I may

      Do good to any creature, here speak out;

      For I must leave you: and it troubles me,

      That my occasions for the good of you,

      Are such as call me from you: else, my joy

      Would be to spend my days among you all.

      You shew your loves in these large multitudes

      That come to meet me, I will pray for you,

      Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years,

      And live to see your childrens children sit

      At your boards with plenty: when there is

      A want of any thing, let it be known

      To me, and I will be a Father to you:

      God keep you all.

      [ Flourish. Exeunt Kings and their Train.

      All.

      God bless your Majesty, God bless your Majesty.

      1.

      Come,