you,
  Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years,
  And live to see your childrens children sit
  At your boards with plenty:  when there is
  A want of any thing, let it be known
  To me, and I will be a Father to you: 
  God keep you all.

[_ Flourish.  Exeunt Kings and their Train_.

_ All_.

  God bless your Majesty, God bless your Majesty.

1.

  Come, shall we go? all’s done.

_ Wom_.

  I for God sake, I have not made a fire yet.

2.

  Away, away, all’s done.

3.

  Content, farewel Philip.

1 Cit.

  Away you halter-sack you.

2.

  Philip will not fight, he’s afraid on’s face.

_ Phil_.

I marry am I afraid of my face.

3.

Thou wouldst be Philip if thou sawst it in a glass; it looks so
like a Visour.

[Exeunt 2_., 3., and Woman_.

1 Cit.

You’l be hang’d sirra:  Come Philip walk before us homewards;
did not his Majesty say he had brought us home Pease for all our
money?

2 Cit.

Yes marry did he.

1 Cit.

  They’re the first I heard of this year by my troth, I longed for
  some of ’em:  did he not say we should have some?

2 Cit.

  Yes, and so we shall anon I warrant you have every one a peck
  brought home to our houses.

Actus Tertius.

Enter Arbaces and Gobrias.

Arb.

  My Sister take it ill?

Gob.

  Not very ill. 
  Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have
  Her Husband chosen to her hands.

Arb.

  Why Gobrias let her, I must have her know, my will and not her
  own must govern her:  what will she marry with some slave at home?

Gob.

  O she is far from any stubbornness, you much mistake her, and no
  doubt will like where you would have her, but when you behold
  her, you will be loth to part with such a jewel.

Arb.

  To part with her? why Gobrias, art thou mad? she is my Sister.

Gob.

  Sir, I know she is:  but it were pity to make poor our Land, with
  such a beauty to enrich another.

Arb.

  Pish will she have him?

Gob.

  I do hope she will not, I think she will Sir.

Arb.

  Were she my Father and my Mother too, and all the names for which
  we think folks friends, she should be forc’t to have him when I
  know ’tis fit:  I will not hear her say she’s loth.

Gob.

  Heaven bring my purpose luckily to pass, you know ’tis just, she
  will not need constraint she loves you so.