Enter Grandpree, a[n]d Verdon.
Bald. They are without my knowledge;
But by their manners, and behaviours,
They should express themselves.
Grand. Since we serve Rollo
The Elder Brother, we'll be Rollians,
Who will maintain us, lads, as brave as Romans;
You stand for him?
Ver. I do.
Grand. Why, then observe
How much the business, your so long'd for business,
By men that are nam'd from their swords, concerns you.
Lechery, our common friend, so long kept under,
With whips, and beating fatal hemps, shall rise,
And Bawdery, in a French-hood plead, before her
Virginity shall be Carted.
Ver. Excellent!
Grand. And Hell but grant, the quarrel that's between
The Princes may continue, and the business
That's of the sword, t'outlast three suits in Law,
And we will make Atturnies Lansprisadoes,
And our brave gown-men practisers of back-sword;
The pewter of all Serjeants maces shall
Be melted, and turn'd into common Flaggons,
In which it shall be lawful to carouse
To their most lowsie fortunes.
Bald. Here's a Statesman.
Grand. A creditor shall not dare, but by Petition,
To make demand of any debt; and that
Only once every leap-year, in which, if
The debtor may be won for a French Crown,
To pay a Soulz, he shall be registred
His benefactor.