Cit. Away, and save your lives.
The King himself is coming on; if you stay,
You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness
Wilfully perish.
Sess. How near?
2. Cit. He's here behind you. [Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens.
Sess. We thank you. Vanish.
Enter Ferand, Ronvere. Florish Cornets.
Fer. Double the Guards and take in men that dare,
These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels?
To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em?
Under our nose distur'd our rest?
Ronver. We shall hear,
For such a search I have sent, to hunt the Traytors.
Fer. Yet better men I say, we stand too open:
How now Castruchio? how do you like our glory?
Cast. I must confess, 'twas somewhat more than my match Sir;
This open glory agrees not with my body,
But if it were i'th' Castle, or some strength,
Where I might have my swinge.
Vil. You have been swing'd brother;
How these delights have tickled you! you itch yet?
Will you walk out again in pomp?