And at my Table, where no want shall meet ye.
Enter Sceva.
All. Was never such a man.
1 Sold. Dear honour'd Sir,
Let us but know your name, that we may worship ye.
2 Sold. That we may ever thank.
Sep. Why, call me any thing,
No matter for my name, that may betray me.
Sce. A cunning thief, call him Septimius, Souldiers,
The villain that kill'd Pompey.