_Brun._ Your favor and his merit I may say Have made him such, but I am jelous how Your subjects will receive it.
_Thier._ How my subjects? What doe you make of me? Oh heaven! My subjects! How base should I esteem the name of Prince If that poor dust were any thing before The whirle-wind of my absolute command? Let 'em be happy and rest so contented: They pay the tribute of their hearts & knees, To such a Prince that not alone has power, To keep his own but to increase it; That Although he hath a body may add to The fam'd night labor of strong _Hercules_: Yet is the master of a continence That so can temper it, that I forbear Their daughters, and their wives, whose hands though strong, As yet have never drawn by unjust mean Their proper wealth into my treasury, But I grow glorious, and let them beware That in their least repining at my pleasures, They change not a mild Prince, (for if provok'd I dare and will be so) into a Tyrant.
_Brun._ You see there's hope that we shall rule again, And your fal'n fortunes rise.
_Bawd._ I hope your Highness Is pleas'd that I should still hold my place with you; For I have been so long us'd to provide you Fresh bits of flesh since mine grew stale, that surely If cashir'd now, I shall prove a bad Cator In the Fish-market of cold chastity.
_Lecure._ For me I am your own, nor since I first Knew what it was to serve you, have remembred I had a soul, but such [a] one whose essence Depended wholy on your Highness pleasure, And therefore Madam--
_Brun._ Rest assur'd you are Such instruments we must not lose.
_Thier._ You have view'd them then, what's your opinion of them? In this dull time of peace, we have prepar'd 'em Apt for the war. Ha?
_Prota._ Sir, they have limbs That promise strength sufficient, and rich armors The Soldiers best lov'd wealth: More, it appears They have been drill'd, nay very pretily drill'd: For many of them can discharge their muskets Without the danger of throwing off their heads, Or being offensive to the standers by, By sweating too much backwards; Nay I find They know the right, and left hand file, and may With some impulsion no doubt be brought To pass the _A_, _B_, _C_, of war, and come Unto the Horn-book.
_Thier._ Well, that care is yours; And see that you effect it.