[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Flourish: Enter the King, Antony, Cosmo, all about the King, and Bellizarius.
King. They swarme like Bees about us, insomuch
Our People cannot sacrifice nor give Incense
But with interruptions; they still are buzzing thus,
Saying: Their Gods delight not in vaine showes
But intellectual thoughts pure and unstain'd,
Therefore reduce them from their heresies
Or build our prison walls with Christians bones.
What thinkes our Bellizarius, he that was wont
To be more swift to execute than we to command?
Why sits not Bellizarius?
Belliz. I dare not.
King. Protect me, Iove! Who dare gainesay it?
Belliz. I must not.
King. Say we command it?
Belliz. Truth is, I neither can nor will.
Omn. Hee's mad.