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Scen. III.
To them Epigenes, Scedasus, Terpander.[Pyl.]
—How now Subjects.
Epig.
What? you expect to hear who 'tis that's chosen?
Pyl.
God bless you my good People; I perceive
You're come to do us Homage: We are Queen.
You hear the Tyrant's wonderfully taken
With us: It was none of our seeking; Fortune
Hath thrown the Dignity into our Lap.
Wee'l make your Yoak hereafter very easie.
Sced.
How came your Mistris mad, Elpidia, thus?
Elp.
I'm Lady of the Fan Sir; That's my Title.
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Truly, good Mrs Tyrant, I'm glad on't,
I hope you'l let's have Victuals cheap hereafter.
What price hath your Mistris put on Eggs yet, Lady?
Pyl.
I'm studying now what Government is best;
Which of the Species goes on surest Maxims:
Democracy that runs int' Anarchy,
And Aristocracy into Oligarchy;
The Transmigration's Pythagoricall;
I think the Common-wealth be best as 'tis.
Well, fare you well: they're come to fetch me here;
I must away with the Ambassadors—
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