Cast. Good Fool.
Vil. These rogues must be rebuked, they are too sawcy,
These peremptory Knaves. Will you walk out Sir,
And take the remnant of your Coronation?
The people stay to see it.
Fer. Do not vex him,
H'as grief enough in's bones; you shall to the Citadel,
And like my self command, there use your pleasure,
But take heed to your person.
Vil. The more danger,
Still the more honor Brother.
Cast. If I reign not then,
And like a King, and thou shalt know it fool,
And thou shalt feel it fool.
Vil. Fools still are freemen,
I'll sue for a protection, till thy reign's out.
Fer. The people have abus'd the liberty
I late allow'd, I now proclaim it straighter,
No men shall walk together nor salute;
For they that do shall dye.
Ronver. You hit the right Sir;
That liberty cut off, you are free from practise.
Fer. Renew my guards.
Ronver. I shall.