OMNES.  We will curb um, we will curb um.

PHI.  I finde you will,
                But if my intrest in your loves be such,
                As the world takes notice of, Let me crave
                You would deliver Pharamont to my hand,
                And from me accept this

[Gives um his purse.

Testimonie of my love. 
Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes,
Which shall redowne with showred courtesies.

CAP.  Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty
                thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy
                perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts
                amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my Achillis:  we
                are those will follow thee, and in thy service will
                scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most
                noble Phylaster, we will:  Come my rowtists let’s
                retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble
                Phylaster.

OMNES. Phylaster, Phylaster, Phylaster.

[ Exit CAPTAINE, and Citizens.

PHAR.  Worthy sir, I owe you a life,
                For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail’d.

PHI.  Tis the least of service that I owe the King,
                Who was carefull to preserve ye.
          
                                                     [Exit.

[Enter LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.

TRA.  I ever thought the boy was honest.

LEON.  Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.

CLE.  Yet you’ld not beleeve this.

LEON.  A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong
                um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?

TRA.  A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your
                love to Phylaster, sir.

LEON.  A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere
                serve me to looke on them?

CLE.  O very well Sir.

LEON.  Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang
                my selfe in revenge.

CLE.  There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.

LEON.  An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King
                is comming,

[ Cornets sounds.

Enter the King, Princesse, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, a
Gentlewoman, and other attendants.

K. No newes of his returne,
                Will not this rable multitude be appeas’d? 
                I feare their outrage, lest it should extend
                With dangering of Pharamonts life.