CLE. My good Lord Lyon, most happily met worthy Trasiline, Come gallants, what's the newes, the season affoords us variety, the novilsts of our time runnes on heapes, to glut their itching eares with airie sounds, trotting to'th burse; and in the Temple walke with greater zeale to heare a novall lye, than a pyous Anthum tho chanted by Cherubins.
TRANS. True Sir:
and holds set counsels, to vent their braine sicke opinions
with presagements what all states shall designe.
CLE. Thats as their intelligence serves.
LYON. And that shall serve as long as invention lastes, there dreames they relate, as spoke from Oracles, or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their secritaries, they will divine and prophecie too: but come and speake your thoughts of the intended marriage with the Spanish Prince. He is come you see, and bravely entertainde.
TRAS. Hee is so, but not married yet.
CLE. But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the
Princesse this Kingdome of Cycele.
LEON. Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines, then say amen to the marriage: though the King usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the Prince Phylaster, hee must not thinke to bereave him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime the Crowne.
TRA. And lose his head i' the asking.
LEON. A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be wonderous, Phylaster is too weake in power.
CLE. He hath many friends.