King. Here.
Mess. Get you to your strength,
And rescue the Prince Pharamond from danger,
He's taken prisoner by the Citizens,
Fearing the Lord Philaster.
Di. Oh brave followers;
Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny,
Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons
In honour of your Mistresses.
[Enter another Messenger.
Mess. Arm, arm, arm.
King. A thousand devils take 'em.
Di. A thousand blessings on 'em.
Mess. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny, Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on In rescue of the Lord Philaster.
[Exit with Are. Phi. Bell.
King. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe, And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance.