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Enter Brissac, Dumain, Bourbon, Lanove, Martel.
Dum.
For certain then the Princes are at odds.

Bris.
Yes, and the ground the marriage of my sister.

Burb.
The Ulcerous state is ripe, and we must launce it.

Bris.
The King doth Whore my sister; she's not his,
But true and lawfully the Monsiur's wife.

Dum.
Did not one Strephon wait upon the Monsiure?

Bris.
What's his condition?

Dum.
A Surgion, and famous for the cure o'th'Prince.

Bris.
Yes, such there was; but litle nois'd at Court.

Dum.
That was Lamot our fast and noble friend.

Mart.
There's some design on foot that hinders him,
He would not else neglect us.

VVithin, the Monsiure, the Monsiure, ho, ho, ho.
Bris.
What noise is that Lanove, step forth and see.

Du.
O death we are suppris'd, the Monsiure, suddenly
(again
Snared, let each man to his charge.

(again.
Bourb.
Hark, still the noise increaseth.

Bris.
By the sound, this is a shout of joy and not of dread;
Lanove the news?

(En. Lanove, the Monsiure, Lamot & others.
Monsi.
Brissac, Dumain, Martel, and you the rest,
Think not I come a Traytor to your Camp;
I cannot gild my speech with eloquence,
If this will serve you sir, I am a friend.

Bris.
The Monsiur's welcome, and his worth will grace
The dignity of this dayes work in hand.

Monsi.
My almost Brother once, suffice I thank you,
And fairly greet this brave assembly,
Whose souls do look for stirring opposites,
When your resistance I fear will be slender;
But were they centupul'd, i'l fight your cause,
Kings arm their subjects when they break their laws.

Omnes.
Long live the Monsiure.

Monsi.
Lead on, away.

Exeunt omnes.