Thou shalt be Lord Nicanor I the King. |Exeunt.|
Scen. II.
Enter Mysogenos solus.
Mis. By this, my thundering Booke is prest abroad,
I long to heare what a report it beares,
I know ’t will startle all our Citie Dames,
Worse then the roring Lyons, or the sound
Of a huge double Canon, Swetnams name,
Will be more terrible in womens eares,
Then euer yet in Misogenysts hath beene.