Part 24 (1/2)

_Chi._ Fie, fie, no.

_Fool._ Be-lee me, Sir.

_Chi._ I wou'd I cou'd, Sir.

_Fool._ I will satisfie ye.

_Chi._ But I will not content you; alas poor Boy, Thou shew'st an honest Nature, weepst for thy Master, There's a red Rogue to buy thee Handkerchiefs.

_Fool._ He was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too.

_Chi._ You have indeed your labour, Fool; but _Stremon_, Dost thou want money too? no Vertue living?

No firking out at fingers ends?

_Strem._ It seems so.

_Chi._ Will ye all serve me?

_Strem._ Yes, when ye are Lord General, For less I will not go.

_Chi._ There's Gold for thee then, Thou hast a Souldiers mind. Fool--

_Fool._ Here, your first man.

_Chi._ I will give thee for thy Wit, for 'tis a fine wit, A dainty diving Wit, hold up, just nothing, Go graze i' th' Commons, yet I am merciful-- There's six-pence: buy a Saucer, steal an old Gown, And beg i' th' Temple for a Prophet, come away Boys, Let's see how things are carried, Fool, up Sirrah, You may chance get a dinner: Boy, your preferment I'll undertake, for your brave Masters sake, You shall not perish.

_Fool._ _Chilax._

_Chi._ Please me well, Fool.

And you shall light my pipes: away to the Temple.

But stay, the King's here, sport upon sport, Boys.

_Enter King, Lords_, Siphax _kneeling_, Cloe _with a Vail_.

_King._ What would you have, Captain?

Speak suddenly, for I am wondrous busie.

_Si._ A pardon, Royal Sir.

_King._ For what?

_Si._ For that Which was Heaven's Will, should not be mine alone, Sir; My marrying with this Lady.

_King._ It needs no pardon, For Marriage is no Sin.

_Si._ Not in it self, Sir; But in presuming too much: yet Heaven knows, So does the Oracle that cast it on me, And----the Princess, royal Sir.

_King._ What Princess?