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Enter Zarack and Baltazar with Calivers.
Baltaz.
Is thy cock ready, and thy powder dry.

Zarack.
My cock stands pearching, like a cock o' the game;
With a red cole for his crest instead of a colme;
And for my powder, 'tis but touch & take.

Baltaz.
I have tickling geer too, anon I'le cry here I have it,
And yonder I see it; But Zarack is't policie for us
To kill these bald-pates.

Zarack.
Is't pollicy for us to save our selves,
If they live, we die. Is't not wisdom then
To send them to heaven, rather then be sent our selves;
Come you black slave, be resolute. This way they come,
Here they will stand, and yonder wil I stand.

Baltaz.
And in yonder hole I.

Zarack.
Our amiable faces cannot be seen, if we keep close:
Therefore hide your cocks head, left his burning cocks-comb betray us.
But soft, which of the two shall be thy white.

Baltaz.
That black villain Frier Cole.

Zarack.
I shall have a sharp piece of service.
Frier Crab shall be my man.
Farewell and be resoluts.

Baltaz.
Zounds Zarack I shall never have the heart to doo't.

Zarack.
You rogue think who commands, Eleazar.
Who shall rise Baltazar?
Who shall die, a louzy Frier?
Who shall live our good Lord and Master?
The Negro King of Spain.

Baltaz.
Cole, thou art but a dead man,
And shall turn to ashes.

Exit.
Zarack.
Crab, here's that shall make vinegar of thy carcaste.

Ezit.
Enter Crab and Cole, two Friers, with a rout of Stinkards following them.
Frier Crab.
I brother 'tis best, so now we have drawn them to a head,
We'l begin here i'th market place.
Tut so long as we be commanded by the Mother Queen.
We'l say her son is a bastard, and he were ten Philips.

F. Cole.
Take you one market form, I'le take another.

F. Crab.
No, Gods so; we must both keep one form.

F. Cole.
I in oration, but not in station; mount, mount?

1
Well my masters, you know him not so well as I; on my word
Frier Crab is a sowr fellow:

2
Yet he may utter sweet doctrine by your leave; but what
Think you of Frier Cole?

1
He all fire, and he be kindled once a hot Catholick.

3
And you mark him, he has a zealous nose,
And richly inflam'd.

1
Peace you Rogues, now they begin.

Crab.
Incipe Frater?

Cole.
Non ego Domine.

Crab.
Nec ego.

Cole.
Quare?

Crab.
Quia?

Cole.
Quæso,

All.
Here's a queazy beginning me thinks; silence, silence.

Crab.
Brethren, Citizens, and market-folks of Sivell.

Cole.
Well beloved and honoured Castilians.

Crab.
It is not unknown to you!

Cole.
I am sure you are not ignorant.

Crab.
How villanous and strong?

Cole.
How monstruous and huge?

Crab.
The faction of Prince Philip is;

Cole.
Philip that is a bastard:

Crab.
Philip that is a dastard.

Cole.
Philip that kill'd your King.

Crab.
Onely to make himself King.

Cole.
And by Gads blessed Lady you are all damn'd, and you suffer it.

1
Frier Cole says true, he speaks out of the heat of his zeal;
Look how he glows.

2
Well Frier Crab for my money, he has set my teeth an edge
Against this bastard.

1
Oh! his words are like Vergis, to whet a mans stomach.

All
Silence, silence.

Crab.
Now contrariwise.

Cole.
Your Noble King the Moor.

Crab.
Is a valiant Gentleman.

Cole.
A Noble Gentleman.

Crab.
An honourable Gentleman.

Cole.
A fair black Gentleman.

Crab.
A friend to Castilians.

Cole.
A Champion for Castilians.

Crab.
A man fit to be King.

Cole.
If he were not born down by him that would be King,
Who (as I said before) is a bastard, and no King.

1
What think you my masters? do you mark his words well.

Crab.
Further compare them together.

All.
S'blood, there's no comparison between them.

Cole.
Nay, but hear us good Countrymen.

All.
Hear Frier Cole, hear Frier Cole.

Cole.
Set that bastard and Eleazar together:

1
How? mean you, by the ears.

Crab.
No, but compare them.

Cole.
Do but compare them.

2
Zounds, we say again comparisons are odious.

1
But say on, say on.

Pieces go of, Friers dye.
All.
Treason, treason, every man shift for himself.
This is Philips treason. Arm, Arm, Arm.

Exeunt.