Ren. What's then the cause that I am here alone?
Why are we not together?
Enter Eliot.
O sir, welcome!
You are an Englishman: when treason's hatching,
One might have thought you'd not have been behind-hand.
In what whore's lap have you been lolling?
Give but an Englishman his whore and ease,
Beef, and a sea-coal fire, he's yours for ever.
Eliot. Frenchman, you are saucy.
Ren. How!
Enter Bedamar the Ambassador, Theodore, Brainville, Durand, Brabe, Revillido, Mezzana, Ternon, and Retrosi, Conspirators.
Bed. At difference? fie!
Is this a time for quarrels? Thieves and rogues
Fall out and brawl: should men of your high calling,
Men separated by the choice of Providence
From the gross heap of mankind, and set here
In this assembly, as in one great jewel,
To adorn the bravest purpose it e'er smiled on;—
Should you, like boys, wrangle for trifles?
Ren. Boys!
Bed. Renault, thy hand!