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Scena 4a.

Diocles. Beotto.
Dioc.

Beotto the queene will marry [Diocles] Florimond out of
hand ffor Certaine.

Beott.

I doubt her Honour Requir'd it sooner. Her
fflanck is sufficientlie fill'd with something; but I'm
a foole!

Dio.

Of a Trayto
r o' my Conscience the Worst yt euer was. tho
u: speakest Treason as easly as wiser Men are hang'd fort

Beott.

If I had my Right a Thousand such as thou
had beene cutt into «a» Hundred Peeces for yo
r treasons; but «t» I hope the Gods haue Eares

Dioc.

Soe must noe man haue Long, that accompanies the «*»
While there's ere a Pillorie ith'Kingdom.

Beot.

And that gray Beard Natolion, that Lookes like
an Owle, in's great Ruffe, (you haue all fine Trickes)
Durst putt my Poore Boy, his Lawfull Prince, into a
Scullions Place.

Dio.

Why Heele Learne to Quarter and Parboyle agains«*»
hee be King. My Lord Natolion was wise in't.

Beott.

Youl Answere this Diocles; you dare all Abuse
mee; but the Queen had as good marrie my sonne, as y
t Catamite Florimond, and soe sett the Crowne ith'right
Place. If that unfortunate Prince her Brother had
not Miscaried hee Would—

Dio.

Haue giuen the Kingdom to thee I warrant,

Beot.

'Tis mine by Right; for euery body Knowes her
Mother would haue toucht, and Im sure the old
King was not able

Dio.

Prithee Keepe thy Treason w
t hin Dores lest I be hangd for Hearing thee.