Cast. O Majesty! let others think of heaven,
While I contemplate thee.
Vil. This is not Atheisme, but Court observance.
Cast. Now the God appears, usher'd with earth-quakes.
Vil. Base Idolatry. [Flourish.
Enter Ferrand, Guard, Women, Servants.
Fer. These meats are poisoned, hang
The Cooks; no note more on
Forfeit of your fingers; do you
Envie me a minutes slumber, what are these?
1 Gu. The Ladies appointed by your Majesty.
Fer. To the purpose, for what appointed?
1 Gu. For your graces pleasure.
Fer. To suck away the little blood is left me,
By my continual cares; I am not apt now,
Injoy them first, taste of my Diet once;
And your turns serv'd, for fifty Crowns apiece
Their Husbands may redeem them.