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The first Scene

Enter King, and Cardinal.
King.
We're glad my Lord, our business takes so well,
With Spain, in case our people shoo'd rebell.
For they will be to us, a prop and stay,
And on occasion, help us ev'ry way.

Card.
So that they may the better do, I heare
For certain, there's a peace concluding there.
Which for your Majesty, will greatly make,
By reason of this match, if it does take.

King.
We must my Lord, a Navy out of hand
Make fit, to fetch that Princess to our Land,
Who shortly as our Letters say, will be,
Prepar'd, and ready for to put to Sea.
This matter does, our Admiral require,
Of whom to hear no news, we much admire.

Card.
Perhaps he finds resistance in the way,
And that by fair means, they will not obey.

King.
If that by fair means, they will not consent,
Enter Marshal.
We will make them by foul, it to repent.
How now Marshal? what have you done the feat?
What moves you thus? and makes you have this heat?
Where's our Admiral?

Marsh.
Implease you Sir
There's in the City, such a coyle and stir,
Upon the knowledge, of your Highness will,
That ev'ry one betakes him, to his Bill,
And such like weapons, as he can procure,
To save the one, and keep the other sure.
For to be short, they say they'le sooner die,
Then give up either, to your Majestie.
As for your Admiral, they are agree'd,
By law against him, quickly to proceed.
And if they find him, worthy not of Death,
They will by no means, take away his breath.

King.
Ah Heav'ns! Ah Earth! will they give us the Law,
And be obey'd, when they shoo'd stand in awe?
They shall be so, but they must tarry till
We power want, to execute our will.
Go muster up the Countries, ev'rywhere,
And tell them 'tis our pleasure, they appear,
Before our Royal Pallace, two dayes hence,
To serve us in a thing of consequence.
While we in Person, go for to demand,
My Lord, and those two Traytours, at their hand.
Whom, if they do refuse us, wee'le proclaim
Ev'ry several man, to be the same.
My Lord, wee'le leave the Navy to your care,
And out of hand, a Fleet for to prepare.

Card.
Who shall implease your Grace, go out with it?

King.
He that shall seem, unto your wisdom fit.

Exeunt.