Cleo. Thou show’st a Soul so generous and free,
That I’m contented thou shou’dst follow me;
Come, dry thy Eyes, such helps we do not need;
To ease our Griefs, we must not weep but bleed.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI. A Street.
Enter Vallentio passing over the Stage, is met by a Rabble of Citizens.
1 Cit. Well, Colonel, have you delivered our Grievances to the Queen?
Val. Yes, I have.
1 Cit. Well, and what Success? shall we have a King?
Val. And why a King? why should you be thus earnest for a King? what good will a King do you? he’s but a single Man, cannot redeem the lost Victory, cannot raise up your dead Members, no, nor levy new ones.
1 Cit. That’s all one, Colonel, we will have a King: for look ye, Colonel, we have thought of a King, and therefore we will have one. Hah, Neighbours! a substantial Reason.
All. Ay, ay, a King, a King.