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Scena 1a.
2 Cittizens.—Beotto—Seruant.1 Cit.
I wonder why wee were Call'd soe hastily. I
was but Scauanger last yeare, and such inferiours were
neuer Call'd to Councell before
2
I, when the Scarlet-men themselues haue beene
Content to be counted Wise, and say nothing. Theres a
Beotto halfe
shau'd, stuck
wt
h feathers, &
a Wooden Sword.
Courtier Lord! what new fashions these Courtyers haue!
1
Hee's the Queen's Iester, I beleiue
2
Like enough. An hee should breake a jest on's now
I feare his wooden Dagger More; for our heads
are not easly peirc't with a jest.
Beot.
Are you Cittizens?
2.
Yes S
r.
Beot.
Are you of the Horoscopes, or of y
e 12 Houses?
1
Noe, s
r, I Liue at the Dogg & Porridge Pott.
Beot.
Tis I y
t Diocles told you was to be proclaym'd.
2
I know not what hee meanes!
The Cittz. stare at one another in amazemt.
Beot.
I onely entend to Remoue some Euil Councello
r
s,
that hinder mee of my Right; that's all. wee must
giue a sudden Assault upon the Queens Chamber, &
Natolions
1.
Wee doe not understand your Worship
Beot.
Be not Affrayd, for I'm Beotto indeed. indeed I am.
1
I doubt wee haue heard Treason, Partner. Let's
remember nothing of what's sayd.
2.
I'm bound to tell my Wife ont; Pray I can hold
till I come home. Mee thinkes hee Lookes like a Rebell.
Seru.
Roome for my Lord Natolion there.
1
Lord Blesse his Ma
t
i
e; hee's a Worthy man, Sr.
Ser
Well Sirrah, well, Make roome for's Majesty then.
Seruant laughes and strikes him
2
There's some of the Citty, Let's goe to them.
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