5 Cit. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets.
Cap. Who will have parcels else? speak.
Pha. Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd.
1 Cit. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-sword, and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards.
2. He had no horns Sir had he?
Cap. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns?
Cit. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall serve me.
[Enter Philaster.
All. Long live Philaster, the brave Prince Philaster.
Phi. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these
Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands
Uncivil Trades?