Gov. Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult
Is this you raise i'th' street? before my door?
Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here?

Sanc. Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues)
Thus, at a Traitors heart.

Alph. Truer than thine.

Gov. Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em,
Kill 'em if they resist.

Phi. Nay generous Sir
Let not your courtesie turn fury now.

Gov. Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons,
I will be worth an answer, e'r we part.

Phi. 'Tis the Governor Sir.

Alph. I yield my self.

Sanch. My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.

1 Attend. As of a Gentleman.