Enter Citizens, and Melanax, in his fanatic Habit, at the head them.
Mel. Hold, hold, a little, fellow citizens; and you, 083 gentlemen of the rabble, a word of godly exhortation to strengthen your hands, ere you give the onset.
1 Cit. Is this a time to make sermons? I would not hear the devil now, though he should come in God's name, to preach peace to us.
2 Cit. Look you, gentlemen, sermons are not to be despised; we have all profited by godly sermons that promote sedition: let the precious man hold forth.
Omn. Let him hold forth, let him hold forth.
Mel. To promote sedition is my business: It has been so before any of you were born, and will be so, when you are all dead and damned; I have led on the rabble in all ages.
1 Cit. That's a lie, and a loud one.
2 Cit. He has led the rabble both old and young, that's all ages: A heavenly sweet man, I warrant him; I have seen him somewhere in a pulpit.
Mel. I have sown rebellion every where.
1 Cit. How, every where? That's another lie: How far have you travelled, friend?