Enter Epidophorus, Victoria and Bellina.
Clown. Oh excellent well, by their bills: see, see, here comes the Lieutenant.
Epi. Well sayd, my friends: you keep good watch, I see.
Clown. Yes, Sir, we Officers have breath as strong as Garlick: no Christian by their good wills dare come neare us.
Epi. 'Tis well, forbeare.—
Oh, Madam, had you scene with what a vehemency
He did blaspheme the gods,
Like to a man pearcht on some lofty Spire
Amazed which way to relieve himselfe,
You would have stood, as did the King, amaz'd.
Vict. God grant him liberty, And with that give us privacy; I doubt not But our sweet conference shall work much on him.
Epi. Iove grant it: Ile leave the roome. [Exit Epi.
Clown. A Iaylor seldome lookes for a bribe but hee's prevented.
[Exeunt Officers.
Enter Bellizarius in his night-gown, with Epidophorus.