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Actus secundus

scena prima.

Enter Trappolin solus.
Trap.

This banish't life is very doleful, I walk
I know not whither, and every
step I go Flametta comes into my mind, I think
how she cried when we parted, and swore that
she would go too, and certainly so she wood, if I
had not told her she was not banisht, and might
not. Farwel my true Flametta; and the Divel
take the two scurvy Lords Barbarino, and Machavil,
for Captain Mattemoros he is a pratling asse;
but by my conscience, he could nere ha turn'd
me loose for such a matter. Farwel my draughts
of Montefiascone and Bologna Sausages, me thinks
this is a very melancholy place: I have not seen
a living body these two houres, but they had
wings, or four legs: let me bethink me whither to
betake my self; for in Tuscany stay I must not,
Ide to Rome and turn Frier if I had any Latine in
me; there is nothing of Millain or Naples, without
I mean to turn souldier for one dinner a day.
Farwel all my good suppers I was wont to have,
the wenches I helpt Gentlemen to: Venice, I
that's the likeliest place of all, and there I'le follow
my own trade, I love to be fingring of Mons.
and Polax Ryals, well then I'le to Venice, and
turn pimpe; it is a good gainful life in Italy, full

of ease and pleasure, especially if the flesh be
young and handsome. Methinks I hear a busling
in yon trees, I hope it be not a thief; for then I
shall lose the ring Brunetto gave me, and may go
hang my self. Yon's an old man, an he be one I
care not, for sure I shall be good enough for him.

Enter Mago a Conjurer.
Mago.

Son, you are banisht, I know all the matter.

Trap.

Tis true, old friend, I am indeed; but how
the Divel came you to know it?

Mago.

Why the Divel told me.

Trap.

Alas that ere I was born! I pray you father
conjurer do not hurt me.

Mago.

Son Trappolin, I am so far from hurting thee,
that thee I do intend to make a Prince.

Trap.

I pray you pardon me father conjurer, I have
no mind to domineer or swagger in hell.

Mag.

You understand me not, thou shalt return to
Florence.

Trap.
And be hang'd there for my labour.

Mago.
Be honoured there, and be suppos'd the Duke,
Who now in Milain is about his wife.

Trap.

Faith if you can bring this about, father conjurer,
I should laugh indeed; but suppose it could
be done, when his Highness comes

Woe be to my neck.

Mag.

No fear at all, leave all to me, and but remember
what I say and thou art safe.

Trap.

Faith I know not what to think of this; but

Conjurers can do much.

Mag.

I'le do it never doubt, come near to me,
within this circle go, and do not fear though
thou seest divels skip about thee.

Trap.

Father Conjurer farewel, I had rather live in
banishment then see the Divel.

Mago.
Thou silly fellow do not fear, in this
Myriades of fiends dare not, nor can they hurt thee;
Here thou shalt stand as safe from any danger
As ever thou didst yet in any place.
Think'st thou I have so little power over spirits,
As they dare disobey what I command?
Tell me thy wish, and if thou hast it not,
Before thy face I'le sink away with fear.
Give me thy hand and come.

Trap.

Father conjurer, I faith I wish nothing more
then what you have promised me already; could
that be done I need nere be a pander agen.

Mago.
Why do you stay?

Trap.
Shall I be safe?

Mago.
As free from peril as you can desire.

Trap.
Why then I'le venter, being for such a matter;
But honest father Conjurer, if for fear I chance
To die, let not your divels take my body.

Mago.
Come, do not fear at all, there is no need.

Trap.

I will venter, but I pray you let not the divels
come too near me.

Mago.
You that below frequent the Stygian lake,
And in Cocytus waves do bathe yourselves,
You that upon the strands of Phlegeton
Do use to walk, attend unto my charmes,
Appear, I charge thee to appear, thou fiend,
Thou that over mans head power hast, appear
Eo thou spirit come,—

Trap.
Good father conjurer
Let not the Divels be too ugly, lest
I play the sloven and annoy your nose.

Mago.
Fear not.

Trap.

Honest Master Counjurer, yonder comes
your Divel, pray you circle me once more, for
I'me afraid he'l be too bold with me.

Mago.
Not all the fiends that are in hell can do
The least annoyance to thee, Trappolin:
Thou art safe, and so believe thou art, come Eo
Give me that hat unchanted.

Eo.
Here it is,
Command me ought else.

Mago.
No, vanish now:
Son Trap. observe me well, this hat
Keep alwaies on thy head, 'tis Eo cald,
One of the things will make thee thought a Prince.

Trap.

Tis none of the handsomest, mine's of a better
block, I think some Naples Devil made it, tis
so high crownd, one that saw me in this would
rather think me a fool then a duke.

Mago.
Meo thou spirit of magick glass appear,
I charge thee in dread Plutoes name to come;

Trap.

More Devils yet! is the Circle sure, Father
Conjurer? and t' be not I pray you take an order
with it, I have no mind at all to venter my self
against the Devil.

Mago.

Have I not told thee thou art safe? fear not,

Trap.

Yonder's another Devil I think of Moran, for
he brings a looking glass with him.

Mago.

Deliver it, be gone.

Trap.

I thank you for it, (besworn) for in good
earnest father Conjurer I would have as little the
company of your Devils as is possible.

Mago.
But before I give you this mirrour (Sonne)
Receive this powder by Magick art compos'd,
And secret spells; he upon whom thou flingest it
(It hath such hidden vertue in it) will
Be took by all for Trappolin.

Trap.
For me?

Mago.
Yes certainly for thee.

Trap.

Say you so? why then I faith with all my heart:
Give it me, I swear unto you (old father) the very
best man in Tuskany shall be Trappolin.

Mago.
Here put it up and keep it safe.

Trap.
And I do not hang me.

Mago.
Now are you ready for the looking glass?

Trap.
I am very ready indeed.

Mago.
Son Trappolin, this looking glass was wrought
In the deep Caverns of the dark Abyss,
Compos'd of the mud of Phlegeton,
And with the blood of tortur'd Miscreants,
It is a Mirrour I have studied long
And now have brought unto perfection:
This upon thee I do bestow, a gift
Such as the Crowns of Emperours could not buy.

Trap.

And yet Father Conjurer, I have seen half a
dozen better sold for a pistol.

Mago.
They were the works of mortalls: When thou hast
A cloke Ile give thee two: but look in this
And thou shalt see thy self the Duke; and if,
When he returnes agen, thou meetest him
(But throw the powder on him first) and he
Begins to rage, bid him look in't, and it
Will shew him the reflexion of thee.

Trap.
Say you so? why then give me the glass.

Mago.
Here, stand still, I will now raise up the fiend
That hath the Cloke which I have promised thee.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, as you love your son Trappolin, give me another
Circle or two, for I promise you I fear this almost worne out.

Mago.
Still thou dost fear; be bold and confident,
Hell cannot hurt thee as thou standst.

Trap.
Why then let him come.

Mago.
In Proserpin's dread name our Soveraign Queen,
Areto, I do charge thee to appear;
Thus by the wast of this enchanted Wand
I do command thee fiend unto this place.

Trap.

No more Father Conjurer, hold, here comes
the Devil, he's a Taylor in hell sure, for he brings

a cloke.

Areo.
Thou against whom fierce Cerberus dares not bark,
Here is the Cloke, which, to obey thy will,
We (that thy servants are) have made.

Mago.
Tis well:
Be gone, I licence thy depart; this Cloke,
Son Trappolin, doth perfect thee the Duke.

Trap.

I know not, but on my conscience the poorest
of his Highness servants near wore a worse, it
seems to me to have been made of these miserable
thefts of a beggerly Taylor, t'is of so many
Colours; and for the fashion of it (by your leave
Father Conjurer) tis very clownish, and something
inclining to the fools fashion.

Mago.
Thy words, Son Trappolin, are vain. Those Counts
And Marquesses that swagger it in Gold,
Shall not appear so glorious to the eyes
Of men as thou in this.

Trap.
Father Conjurer, Ile be rul'd by you, put on.

Mago.
Thou art the great Duke now in shew, the wisest
Judgements will believe thee so, now take the glass and see thy self in't.

Trap.
Beseech your Highness pardon me, I am
A poor subject of yours, for a small matter
Banish't by envious Lords.

Mago.
Why Trappolin what folly is this?

Trap.
Besworne to you Father I thought I saw his
Highness, and was a begging to be pardoned:

Mago.
Away with ignorance, twas thy Reflexion,
As thou didst seem unto thy self, so thou
Shalt likewise to the world appear; now mark me,
Not one of these can make thee like the Duke;
They altogether do: nere leave them off
Without thou art secure, for one but missing
Thou wilt appear thy self: The Hat is cald
After the Devills name that brought it, Eo,
The Looking Glass Meo, the Cloke Areo,
And there are fiends within them.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, I thank you for your kindness,
take all your ware agen; carry so many Devills
about me? so I shall be sure to be carried to the
Devil by um.

Mago.
Suspect no hurt, they can as well destroy
Their immortality as do thee harm.

Trap.

Why then (honest father Conjurer) Ile venter
my self among them, but I swear unto you if they
begin to stir Ile ene fling them all away without
more a do.

Mago.
Farewell son Trappolin, return to Florence,
And flourish in the pleasures of the court:
Other affairs command me to be gone,
Give me thy hand; farewell son Trappolin.

Trap.

Be not so hasty (my dear old father) one word
before you go: how shall I say, that I bring not my
Dutchesse with me, but come alone?

Mago.

Why any thing, what you will.

Trap.

Ile make um believe then that I licenced her

to stay as long as she pleases, and that I came alone
to see how they governed in my absence.

Mago.

'Twill do, now have you done with me?

Trap.

I have: I thank you for all your things here,
fare you well honest father Conjurer.

Exit Mago.
Trap.
Now Trappolin is no more Trappolin,
What I am in my glass I'le look again:
The great Duke, ha! tis well, 'tis very well;
This scurvy Cloak doth seem his gallant one,
And this base Hat his Highness Beaver; my face,
My body, leggs and all seem changed; I faith
The Conjurer is a wondrous learned fellow.
You scoundril Lords that banish't me, I'le make
Sport with your scurvy Honors, that I will.
Eo, Meo, and Areo attend
Unto your offices well, and guard your friend.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Sforza the Duke of Milain, Hortentia the Dutchess, Isabella his sister, Lavinio the great Duke with Attendants.
Sfor.
Most noble brother (for so the Temple Rites
Of Hymen done do licence me to call you)
Honour our entertainment one half hour
Longer, and we will leave you with your Bride.

Lavinio.
Great Prince, the glories you have done me here
I leave to future Chronicles to tell,
And still you do increase them; sure no man
In Milain ever did receive such honours;
You always shall command me.

Sfor.
Sir, we deserve no complements, we have
Our wishes, if you but rest satisfied
Of our good meaning.

Lavinio.
Most gracious Madam, the Roman Emperours
Would have wondred at your Court had they but known it:
Which of them all would not have blest his fates
For the fruition of so rich a Beauty,
As is the matchless Lady Isabella?

Isab.
Sir, of your own you may say what you please,
But I am sure you over-praise me much.

La.
Dearest of all the world, thou dost deserve
Princes and Poets both to speak thy worth.
Bless'd be the powers divine, that me of all
Mankind did chuse to make most fortunate,
In giving me the glory of the earth.

Sfor.
Sit down most noble brother, from your Bride
We will not part you: sister, this place is yours;
So let them now begin.

Enter Hymen, Luna, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, Sol, after Musick.
Hym.
Hither we are descended from above,
To gratulate your nobly grounded love;
That you most worthy happy paire should know
The Gods themselves are pleas'd with what you do.
Me you have honoured, and to honour you,
I have brought the Deities along, which do
Command and rule the dayes, that they may bless
You all the year with plenteous happiness.
May Tuscanes Cities boast of Milains Spouse;
And future Ages, when they would compose
One grac'd with all the vertues, her express
To be a Lady like this Milaness.
And may the most ingenious Florentines,
Your Citizens (Great Duke) busie their minds
In writing, and in singing Marriage-songs,
Delectable Epithalamiums.
While you do live love ever, and may you
Continually your generous hears renew.
Thus Hymen wishes, and it will go hard
If what a god says gods do not regard.
Thus I could spend the night, but that would prove
A wrong unto my Rites and to your love.

Here they dance, and Hymen leads it.
Luna.
Cinthia I am, that with my borrowed light
Out-shine the Stars, and do command the night:
Many a time, when else I vail'd would ride,
I will appear to see you with your Bride.
Lamps nor wax lights you shall not need, for I
Instead of them will ever more be by.
And may you in this life you have begun,
Equal in love me and Endymion.

Mars.
Though my aspect be fierce, and wars presage,
To you they shall be such as Lovers wage,
Sweet kisses, soft embraces, and such things
As amorous Queens enjoy and amorous Kings.
You therefore without pity both may fight
Battailes, not full of danger but delight:
And may they last until I part you two;
Which I do promise I will never do.

Mer.
Hermes I am, Maja's wing'd Son, and shine
Among the Planets in a Globe of mine:
And though 'tis true I favour thefts and sleights,
Yet will do none t' diminish your delights.
Love therefore, laugh and kiss, embrace, and be
Secure, nothing can hurt you without me;
And if I ever do, may I forgo
My Sphere, and live among the fiends below.

Iupit.
Of all the Gods and Goddesses I am
The most supreme, and bear the chiefest name.
For Love what is it that I have not done
To bring my wishes to conclusion?
I for my self have done no more then I
Will do for you, to make you live in joy.
Therefore most happy pair of Lovers, fear
Nothing, since Iove himself doth hold you dear;
Live merrily, and let this be your mover,
That Iupiter himself was once a Lover.

A Song.
Venus.

Sat.
Though I am old and rigid in aspect,
And cold and youthful sports do not affect;
And though my influences many ways
Adverse to others be, and cross their days:
For you, heaven-loved pair, my self I'le force,
And run a milder and a gentler course;
His ancient custome Saturne will forget,
Rise for your pleasures, for your pleasures set.
Doubt me not therefore, for my vow is strong,
That for your sakes again I wish me young.

Sol.
Phœbus I am, the glorious guide of day,
That all the Planets lighten with my ray:
I am the brightsome, lightsome Charioter
That heaven and earth adorn within my Sphere;
And know what 'tis to be in love since I
Followed my Daphne, who from me did flie.
May I lose all my glory, all my Beams
Fall like my Phaeton int' Ocean streams,
If all my faculties I do not try
To make you live in joy, and love in joy.
In Summer time when you int' Arbors go,
I will not shine to trouble you below,
Will onely peep to see you kiss and smile,
To make me think, this I have done ere while.
In Winter season when the Frost doth stay,
And hinder Rivers to go on their way;
When flakes of Snow do cover earths green face,
I for your sakes will thaw off both apace.
In pleasures evermore you shall accord;
Apollo cannot falsifie his word.

Here they dance another dance which Hymen leads.
Hym.
The gracious Planets which command the days
By powerful influences, you have heard
To bless you both according to their ways,
Vowing to be your keepers and your guard.
Them for your sakes with me I brought along,
That they might prosper you as well as I,
Because this marriage knot I'de tye so strong,
That it there nothing ever should untie.
You whom the heavens will prosper all your life,
You whom on earth ther's nothing can offend,
Most happy pair, most happy man and wife,
Your lives in love wear out and in love end.
Nor shall a Poet hired for his gain,
Vpon your Tomb a feigned verse engrave;
Mens tongues and tears shall make you both remain
Above the power of an Epitaph.
But may you live till you aweary be,
Not of your selves, but of these earthly sports;
And the eternal joys above would see,
Which ever are in Joves immortal Courts.
Thus unto you do gods their wishes give,
And unto them may you according live.
Exeunt Maskers.

Sfor.
I think, Hortentia, now the Mask is done,
Our brother gladly would go to his rest.

Hort.
And it is time, most noble brother, when
You please we will attend you to your Chamber,
And sister, we will see you laid in bed;
Methinks it is a very pretty thing
To see a Virgin blush, look pale and blush.

Isa.
'Tis sport to others, to the Maid 'tis none.

La.
Most excellent, Princess when you please let's go,
For now each minute is as tedious to me
As years have been, so much I do desire
The chast embraces of my matchless Spouse.

Sfor.
And worthy friend, let us entreat your stay
As long in Milain as is possible;
You cannot be in Florence more beloved,
Nor by the better nor the meaner sort.

La.
What I can do you know you may command
Unto my utmost power.

Hort.
Lights.

Lavi.
My fairest, dearest love, your hand, this part
Of happiness makes me suppose the rest.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Mattemoros.
Matt.
Those lazy times that do degenerate minds,
And breed new thoughts in most Heroick hearts,
By noble spirits are to be abhor'd,
And lothed as the ruine of their souls.
Whilst I did follow the Triumphant War
Through fire and blood, I was a happy man;
I thought no pleasure was a parallel
To the loud cry of mortal wounded foes:
But now I am transformed from my self,
Hipolita hath charm'd me with a look;
May I but hear her speak, how I rejoyce!
May I but hear her sing, I think me blest.
O how my heart's ashamed of my tongue,
Which never until now effeminate thoughts
Could win upon. O would to heaven this Lady
Were but a man, and circled round with death,
That I might kill her, and release my self:
Or were she like the Warlike Amazon,
VVith whom renowned Theseus did contend,
That with my honour I might challenge her
For an enchanter, and a witch. How fondly
And foolishly I rave! strongest resolutions
A womans powerful beauty doth destroy;
He that can conjure men, unpeople towns,
Cover the sea with Fleets, drink rivers dry
VVith armed squadrons he conducts to fight,
VVhom potent monarchs fear, and Emperors wish
To make their friend, a Ladies smile, or eye
Subdues above resistance, and makes die.

Enter Horatio and Prudentia.
Hora.
Most dearest worthiest Princess, I am blest
Above the proudest of my former wishes;
Your love to me was like a thing desired,
But far from expectation: as men
Forlorn and wretched, being content to die,
And sure to suffer, wish to live, although,
They fully do despair of life; of late
Even so was it with me, I lov'd you
Above my lives expression, but did ever
Despair the blessedness of such an honour.

Prud.
My dear Horatio, I cannot speak
So well as you, but I can love as truly.

Mat.
A strange discovery! I will retire
More close and hear the rest.

Pru.
And noble Sir,
Because I know my brother the Great Duke
Will not at all, or scarce allow this match,
I will with you whensoever you command
Leave Florence, and what fortune it shall please
The Gods to send us, bear with cheerfulness.

Hora.
Excellent merciful Prudentia,
I must pray Heaven make you a full requital,
For I shall ever be unable.

Prud.

I cannot stay longer with you now, at our
next meating I'le cloy you with my company.
A kiss.

Farewel my hearts best pleasure.

Exit Prudentia.
Hora.
Let others travel Italy all over,
To talk of such a City, such a place:
Go to magnificent and holy Rome,
Once the sole Empress of the conquered world;
To Venice rich, commanding, politick;
Unto sweet Naples, plenteous in Nobility;
Unto great Milain; unto fat Bologna,
Civil Ferrara, Arriostoes town,
Strong-walled Padua which Antenor built,
The Trojan Prince, and Titus Livius fames
For his nativity and sepulchre;
To subtile Burgamo, most highly honoured
For neer relation to Tarquato Tasso;
To proud and stately Genua renown'd
By her seafaring citizen Colombo;
Worthy Varona, old Catullus city;
Bloody Peruggin, warlike Bessia,
Glorious Mantua, Virgilius Maro's birth-place,
Good Rimini, iron Pistoya,
Fine languag'd Siena, and industrious Luca,
Odd-humor'd Forly, honest old Ravenna,
Ill-aired Simegallia, Capua
Effeminate and amorous, wherein
The Carthaginian Captains Souldiers were
Spoil'd and debauch'd with pleasures; Pisa hanging,
Pesaro a garden of best fruits, Ancona
Prays'd for the Port Loyal, and true Urbino,
Round Ascoli, long Recanati, built
Upon a steep hills ridge, Foligno full
Of sugry streets, among the Apennine,
Faro for handsome women most extold,
And Modena happiest of them all;
From beauteous comely Florence when I part
Without Prudentia, thunder strike my heart.

Exit.
Mat.
A gallant resolution; for the man
I cannot blame him, but the Princess, she
To look so low, and dote upon a slave,
Seems very strange, and full of wonder to me.
Had Delphian Oracles, ever ador'd
For uttering truth, spoke this, I should have doubted:
She whom we thought a Saint, a pattern for Nunnes,
Thus to forget herself, it doth amaze me.
O women, I could rage against the sex!
And lov'd I not Hipolita I would.
She cannot hear me, and I needs must speak
A word or two, they are all false and fickle all,
The poyson of mens happiness, within
(Though they are fair without) most full of sin.

Enter Barbarino and Machavil.
Barb.
Good morrow Captain Mattemoros.

Mac.
How do you Captain?

Mat.
Your Honours humble slave, I am well, but sad;
And so had all the Court good cause to be,
Did they but know so much as I.

Bar.
Why Captain,
What's the matter?

Mat.
I'le not be silent for her Honours sake;
Prudentia the Princess is in Love,
With whom do you suppose my Lords?

Mac.
I think with none, for we all know, she yet
Hath slighted Modena's and Parma's Duke,
And seem'd careless of mankind.

Mat.
Alas!
She were most happy were it one of them:
It is Brunetto she's in love withall.

Barb.
How?

Mac.
Impossible!

Mat.
It is a thing most true, my eies and eares
Have seen and heard it, while I stood unseen.

Mac.
You amaze us.

Barb.
It is a thing I never should have thought,
Though spent my life in fond imaginations.

Mat.
As I have seen an amorous cloud receive
A stately hil into her lovely breast,
And of his lofty head our eyes bereave,
And seem to lull his sences unto rest:
So did the scorneful Lady daign to leave
All her majestick state, and sore opprest
With inward flames, her eager armes she cast
About his neck, kist and embrac't him fast.

Bar.
Wonders.

Mac.
How the Great Duke will rage?

Mat.
And do you not my Lords in time prevent them,
They'l steal away I fear, for so she vow'd,
When he but said the word she wood.

Mac.
By his imprisonment we'l hinder that.

Enter Horatio.
Barb.
Here is the man we spake of.

Mac.
For the Princes honour let us keep it close
As possible we can. You of the guard.

Enter the guard.
Barb.
Seise on Brunetto, carry him to prison,
Bid Puchannello keep him safe,
Tis our pleasures.

Hora.

What violence is this? O had I been suffered
to wear a sword, some of you should pay dearly
for it!

Mac.
Away with him.

Exeunt the guard with Horatio.
Mat.
My Lords, you have done wisely to prevent
So great a dishonour as might have ensu'd
Tainted the family of the Medices,
And been a lasting sorrow to the Duke.

Enter Trappolin.
Barb.
His Highness is returned.

Mach.
Great Sir, upon our knees we welcome you;
You come unlookt for, we did not expect
This happy time so soon by fourteen dayes.
Where is our Dutchess?

Trap.

Your Dutchess will not come till the Gods
know when, for I do not, I have gin her leave to
stay as long as she will, but besworne I fear you
have governed but scurvily in my absence, I hear
that you have banisht an honest poor man cal'd
Trappolin, is it true?

Mach.

So please your Highness he deserv'd no less.

Trap.

Why what hurt had he done, had he knockt
any body oth the head?

What was his fault?

Bar.
He was a pander, and corrupted youth.

Trap.

You lie Sirra, not panders but whores do that,
and not they neither if they be sound: banish one
of my subjects for such a matter? besides were
there no more in Florence but he?

Mac.
Be not displeased we humbly pray your Highness,
For we did think we did it for the best.

Mat.
I wonder at our Duke in this.

Trap.

Well, I am very weary, I left all my train behind
with my wife, and rid as fast as I could drive
that I might come unlookt for the better to see
how you behav'd your selves, which you have done

bad enough. When I was almost at Florence a saucy
Varlet rob'd me and stole my horse from me, so
that I was beholding to my leggs to bring me hihither.
Barberino and Machavil come you hither
both of you.

Mach.

What is your Highness pleasure?

Trap.

Sirra Barberino hold by Mach's breeches, and
stoop, for on thy back I will ride to my Palace.

Barb.

Ile go fetch a Coach for your Highness.

Trap.

The Devil take your Coaches, stoop I say without
more ado: where is your obedience?

Matte.

I think the Duke's run mad, or foxt soundly
at the least I know not what to think of this.

Trap.

You Sirra Don, run by my side, supply my Lackeys
office, wonder not but obey.

Mach.

There is no remedy: heaven be merciful, I
think his Highness run mad for fear when he was
robd.

Trap.
Now on and do not loyter:
Thus like the Roman Emperours will I ride
To triumph through Florence; stumble not you had best,
Chariots them carried, a Tuscan Noble me; mine is the statelier and the braver way;
Eo, Meo and Areo thanks.

Matte.
He jeers us and miscalls us.

Trap.
On apace,
That I may quickly be in my Palace.

Exeunt Omnes.