TRAS.  Hee is so, but not married yet.

CLE.  But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the
                Princesse this Kingdome of Cycele.

LEON.  Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines,
                then say amen to the marriage:  though the King
                usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the
                Prince Phylaster, hee must not thinke to bereave
                him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime
                the Crowne.

TRA.  And lose his head i’ the asking.

LEON.  A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be
                 wonderous, Phylaster is too weake in power.

CLE.  He hath many friends.

LEON.  And few helpers.

TRA.  The people love him.

LEON.  I grant it, that the King knowes too well,
                And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: 
                Whats a giddy-headed multitude,
                That’s not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes,
                To be trusted unto?  No, he that will
                Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide
                Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde,
                To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre,
                Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne,
                And spit all spightfull fury in their face: 
                Defying horror in her ugliest forme,
                And growes more valiant, the more danger threats;
                Or let leane famine her affliction send,
                Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring,
                Thei’le hold their courage in her height of spleene,
                Till valour win plenty to supply them,
                What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens
                Indure this?

TRA.  No sir, a faire march a mile out of town that their wives may
                bring them their dinners, is the hottest service that they
                are trained up to.

CLE.  I could wish their experience answered their loves,
                Then should the much too much wrongd Phylaster,
                Possesse his right in spight of Don and the divell.

TRA.  My heart is with your wishes.

LEON.  And so is mine,
                And so should all that loves their true borne Prince,
                Then let us joyne our Forces with our mindes,
                In whats our power to right this wronged Lord,
                And watch advantage as best may fit the time
                To stir the murmuring people up,
                Who is already possest with his wrongs,
                And easily would in rebellion rise,
                Which full well the King doth both know and feare,
                But first our service wee’le proffer to the Prince,
                And set our projects as he accepts of us;
                But husht, the King is comming.