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_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 G.o.d 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_.
G.o.d 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_.
G.o.d 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_.
G.o.d 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.
