Enter De Castro.
De C. My lords, the king is come to sit amongst ye.
Off. Stand back there, ho! you, Goodman Roundhead, you'd best breathe in the king's face: pull back your horns, sir!—D' you mutter? Take that, and crowd further. The rogues are as hollow as a vault, and sound like one with a blow.
Enter Bereo, De Castro, attendants; at the other door, the King himself.
[Within.] The king, the king! Whoo?
1st Judge. What's the matter?
Duke. De Castro, is this a mask or apparition?
King. Seize on the traitor!
Duke. Ha!
King. Hence, monstrous thing!