Cast. A miserable thing, I am no King Sir.
Ses. Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life.
Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring.
Boats. I'st not the King.
Ses. No, 'tis a prating Rascal,
The puppy makes him mirth.
Cast. Yes Sir I am a puppy.
Boats. I beseech you let me hang him,
I'll do't in my Belt straight.
Cast. As you are honourable,
It is enough you may hang me.
Gun. I'll hang a squib at's tail
That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard.
Cast. Do any thing.
But do not kill me Gentlemen. [Enter Citizen.
Boates. Let's flea him, and have him flye blown.