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Scena 2a.
Beotto. Captain. Diocles.Beot.
Haue you gott Any more to our side?
Cap.
Eleuen houses of the Plannets stand for you, &
Sixteene Horoscopes are infallibly yours
Beott.
I'l knight 'um all.
Cap.
And the Cittie too most judicially will take
your Part.
Dio.
But my Host o'th'Almanacke sweares rather
then the Queene shall want Banners hee'l display his
twelue Signes against yours. And then his Tapster
Aquarius Mortally defyes yo
r red. Nose.
Beot.
I'le haue 'em both hang'd
Dio.
Noe. Command that none Drinke at's house,
twill undoe them, soe that they must necessarily
Steale, and then you may hang 'em.
Beot.
Putt on yo
r hatt Captaine
Cap.
I beseech you S
r—Before my Prince! Diocles
what if wee proclaimd his Son king?
Dio.
I'l neuer Consent toot for I cannot beleiue Beotto
gott him.
Cap.
Why?
Dio.
Hee's Gelded.
Beo.
Is not this fflatt treason now agin?
Di.
Besides hee'l kill himselfe with meere state
ffromety; and cutt up Custards by the Belly, to the
euerlasting Staine of his Whay beard.
you will be a Traitour, Diocles.
Dio.
Why you must be rul'd by Counsaile then. I
say yo
r Sonne must Marrie the Princesse, and you
must be proclaim'd.
Beot.
And yet I feele I am not quite Done; what
If I ennobled her that way?
Dio.
Why what a Peruerse ffellow are you? I say
agen yo
r Sonne must Marrie her, and you by Uertue
of yo
r Majesty may ly with her.
Beot.
And where must hee Ly?
Dio.
O foolish King! Where must hee Ly? why
what a Question's this? Where doe men Ly when—
others Ly with theyr Wiues?
Beot.
Pacience, good Diocles; I'm satisfied
Dio.
On to the Proclamation then—Whereas—Th«e»
most Stupid and Illiterate Beotto being and &. with ye
reasons fo
r your Claime to the Crowne.—
Beot
As that I am Descended from my Grandfather
and then married my Wife out of the Blood Royall, &
that shee Sprung out of three ancient Houses.
Dio.
One new House Man w
c
h Sprung out of three
Ancient Ones.
Beot.
And then it must Run along w
t
h Wee & Our
Dio.
Why now you Speake like a King.—And then
there must be a stipend to some Ballad-Maker; Hee'l
doe more in the Country then a justice of Peace; and
make neither Head nor ffoot of yo
r Enemyes; Hee Can
put them into a Woefull Tune
Beot.
I am rul'd by you.
Dio.
Things thus matured, Captaine Aries w
t
h his
Citty fforces shall Surprize the Court; you at y
e
same instant appearing with yo
r Beard halfe-shau'd
off, w
c
h will aptly signify the Disgrace you
haue beene Expos'd too
Soe—
Dio.
That noe man for two monthes Space shall
be able to Beard you.
Cap.
A fine Plott.
Di.
Your hatt stuck full of Feathers w
c
h will express «e»
you haue pluck't your Enemyes Wings. In yo
r hand
a Wooden Sword, betokening Mercy
Beot
I hope Right will preuaile. And they that
take my Part perhaps shall be Lords still.
Cap.
Be Secret then.
Beot
But if Natolion should Cause mee to be Whipt
agen about the Court!
Dio.
Tis Crimen Læsæ majestatis Adjudged; Besydes
hee is bound to Repaire your Buttockes out of—
his Monopoly of Fitchet's Skinnes.
Beot.
you doe not mock mee, Diocles.
Dio.
Goe goe and pray, goe. There's Natolion!
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