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An Alarum.Natolion, Phocillus. Alceus. Dorimant Cleander—Calidor. Seruant.
Nat.
Tis brauely done my Lords. y' haue rais'd a fforce
To Awe the Court; And 'twas high Tyme you see
To Stopp these ills. The Queene for Certaine hath
Brought forth the Kingdom's Shame, And you my Lo:d s
Phocillus, and Alceus, «**» you may See
What use I meane to make of this yor Action
I will prouide you of a Handsom Lodgeing
Pho.
Lodging!
Nat.
In a Sure Place to
Keepe you from running into harme. Dorimant
You know my Mind; Conuay 'em safe to Prison
Pho.
Confine us!
Nat.
You may Spare this rage, my Lords
Pho.
That I could pull the ffates about my Eares!
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Nat.
Onely because
Y'are turbulent Whirle-winds yt I cannot rule.
Pray make 'em safe.
Alc.
Where are the fforces wee Rais'd?
Nat.
O I'le make [y] Vse of them;
Goe to the ffellowes that these lords haue Rais'd
And tell em they are Busyed: but they Wish 'em
To Proclayme Calidor King by the knowne name
Of Prince Lycomedon
Pho.
How. us«e» the Visards of thy Treasons Uillaine
These are trim Engins by my Life Natolion.
Lycomedon! Poore Prince! Cannot ye Dead
Escape your Treasons? Must hee Suffer int?
O that I had a Basilisk within Mee!
Nat.
Away with 'em.
You Sirrah, post into ye Citty Presently
And Warne the Cheifest to Stand to Morrow
As Early as the Sunne. Most noble Prince
Thus Low my Duty to you
A Shout wt hin. Lycomedon Lycom:
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