SCENE III.
Enter Governour, Verdugo, Citizens.
Gov. Use all your sports,
All your solemnities; 'tis the Kings day to morrow,
His birth-day, and his marriage, a glad day,
A day we ought to honour, all.
1 Citi. We will Sir,
And make Segovia ring with our rejoycings.
Gov. Be sumptuous, but not riotous; be bounteous,
But not in drunken Bacchanals: free to all strangers,
Easie, and sweet in all your entertainments,
For 'tis a Royal day admits no rudeness.
2 Citi. Your Lordship will do us the honour to be here your self,
And grace the day?
Gov. 'Tis a main part of my service.
3 Citi. I hope your honour has taken into your consideration
The miseries we have suffered by these Out-laws,
The losses, hourly fears; the rude abuses
Strangers that travel to us are daily loaden with,
Our Daughters, and our wives complaints.
Gov. I am sorry for't,
And have Commission from the King to ease it:
You shall not be long vext.
1 Cit. Had we not walls, Sir,
And those continually man'd too with our watches,
We should not have a bit of meat to feed us.
And yet they are our friends, and we must think so,
And entertain 'em so sometimes, and feast 'em,
And send 'em loaden home too, we are lost else.