King. 'Tis in the Lions pawe, and who dares snatch it? Now to your Beads and Crucifix agen.
Onae. Defend me, heaven!
King. Pray there may come Embassadors from France: Their followers are good Customers.
Onae. Save me from madnesse!
King. 'Twill raise the price being the Kings Mistris.
Onae. You doe but counterfeit to mocke my joyes.
King. Away, bold strumpet.
Onae. Are there eyes in heaven to see this?
King. Call and try: here's a whore curse, To fall in that beleefe which her sunnes nurse. [Exit.
Enter Cornego.