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Scen. 4.

Benhadad furiously accoasts them.
Benhadad.

I proclaim you all Edomites; Dragooners
of Dagon; Ding-dongs of Dathan:—A generation of
Vipers.—

1. Tripan.

No, Father Berhadad, your gravity is mistaken
grosly, we are rather A generation of
Smoaking Tobacco.
Pipers.

2. Tripan.

Go to Holy Benhadad, stand you to your
Calling as we to our Arms. Thou art for converting the
Great Turk, and we for lining our Pockets with Tunis
gold. Where if we get our design, hold to thy Principles,
but no farther then thou canst maintain them; and we
shall create thee our Houshold Chaplain.

Enter Mariner.

To Sea, to Sea; the Winds are prosperous.

Captain.

And may we prosper with them.—So farewell
Sivil and her dainty Doxes,

All.
Ran tan; hey for Tunis and Argiers.

Exeunt, Colours displaid, with Fifes and Drums.
1. Cit.
Such was the Dukes care to remove these Weeds,
Whose fatal growth might choak maturer Seeds.

2. Cit.
Good Governors wise Gard'ners imitate,
These chear their Plants; those steer a planted State.

Exeunt.
Trillo
from the high Gallery.
I cannot, Gentlemen, contain my self;
—Timon thy Genius has surpast it self;
Thy Sceane is richly various:—preaze on still,
These Galleries applaud thy Comick skill.

He takes his Seat again.