Ron. All things are ready sir to make you merry,
And such a King, you shall behold him now.
Fer. I long for't,
For I have need of mirth.
Ron. The Lady sir.
Fer. Now as I am a King, a sprightly beauty,
A goodly sweet aspect! my thanks Ronvere,
My best thanks; on your lips I seal your wishes,
Be what you can; imagine mine, and happy.
And now sit down and smile; come my Ascanio;
And let this Monarch enter.
Enter Sess. and Mr. B[o]tsw. Gunner, and Saylors.
Ronv. These are the Switzers:
I told your grace of.
Fer. Goodly promising fellows,
With faces to keep fools in awe, I like 'em;
Go guard the presence well, and do your duties,
To morrow I shall take a farther view:
Sess. You shall Sir,
Or I shall loose my will; how the whore's mounted!
How she sits thron'd! thou blasing muddy meteor,
That frightest the under world with lustful flashes,
How I shall dash thy flames! away, no word more.
[Ex. Sess. and his company. Florish Cor.
Enter Villio, Castruchio, Doctor, and a Guard.