2nd King.—Now mortals, that hear
How we tilt and career,
With wonder, will fear
The event of such things as shall never appear.
1st King.—Stay you to fulfil what the gods have decreed.
2nd King.—Then call me to help you, if there shall be need.
1st King.— So firmly resolved is a true Brentford king,
To save the distressed, and help to ’em bring,
That, ere a full pot of good ale you can swallow,
He’s here with a whoop, and gone with a halloo.