Pha. O spare me Gentlemen.
Cap. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself,
He shall for this time only be seal'd up
With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see
Heaven, and think whither he's going,
Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would
be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale,
Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet;
Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing
But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy
Beat thee from that too with his Bread and Butter.
Pha. Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds.
2 Cit. Shall's geld him Captain?
Cap. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels,
As you respect the Ladies let them flourish;
The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a
Plague, Boys.
1 Cit. I'le have a Leg that's certain.
2 Cit. I'le have an Arm.
3 Cit. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build
a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate.
4 Cit. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with,
For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver.
Pha. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once.