Enter Clowne and two Pagans.

Clown.  Come, fellow Pagans; death meanes to fare well to-day, for he is like to have rost-meate to his supper, two principal dishes; many a knight keepes a worse Table:  first, a brave Generall Carbonadoed[165], then a fat Bishop broyl’d, whose Rochet[166] comes in fryed for the second course, according to the old saying, A plumpe greazie Prelate fries a fagot daintily.

1 Pag.  Oh! the Generall Bellizarius for my money; hee has a fiery Spirit, too; hee will roast soakingly within and without.

Clown.  Methinks Christians make the bravest Bonefires of any people in the Universe; as a Jew burnes pretty well, but if you marke him he burnes upward; the fire takes him by the Nose first.

2 Pag.  I know some Vintners then are Jewes

Clown.  Now, as your Jew burnes upward, your French-man burnes downewards like a Candle and commonly goes out with a stinke like a snuffe; and what socket soever it light in it, must be well cleans’d and pick’t before it can be us’d agen.  But Bellizarius, the brave Generall, will flame high and cleare like a Beacon; but your Puritane Eugenius will burne blew, blew like a white-bread sop in Aqua Vitae.  Fellow Pagans, I pray let us agree among ourselves about the sharing of those two.

2 Pag.  I, ’tis fit.

Clown.  You know I am worshipfull by my place; the under-keeper may write Equire if he list at the bottome of the paper:  I doe cry first the Generalls great Scarfe to make me a short Summer-cloake, and the Bishops wide sleeves to make me a Holy-dayes shirt.

1 Pag.  Having a double voyce we cannot abridge you of a double share.

Clown.  You, that so well know what belongs to reverence, the Breeches be[167] yours, whether Bishops or Generalls; but with this Provizo, because we will all share of both parties, as I have lead the way, I clayming the Generalls and the Bishops sleeves, so he that chuses the Generalls Doublet shall weare the Generalls Breeches.

2 Pag.  A match.

Clown.  Nay, ’twill be farre from a match, that’s certaine; but it will make us to be taken for men of note, what company soever we come in.

The Souldier and the Scholler, peekt up so,
Will make tam Marti quam Mercurio.

[Exeunt.

(SCENE 3.)

Enter the King, Antony, Damianus, and Cosmo;
Victoria meetes the King.

Vict.  As you are Vice-gerent to that Maiesty By whom Kings reigne on earth, as you would wish Your heires should sit upon your Throne, your name Be mentioned in the Chronicle of glory; Great King, vouchsafe me hearing.

King.  Speake.