[SCENE 2.]
Enter three Beggers.
1. Come away, fellow louse, thou art ever eating.
2. Have I not neede, that must feede so many Cannibals as will waite on me whether I will or no?
3. Heres one in my necke, I would 'twere on thy shoulder.
1. Keepe it your selfe, I have retainers enow of mine owne.
2. But whether are you going now?
1. Why, are you our King, and doe not know that?
2. Your King? I am a very roguish King and I hav a companie of lowsie subjects.
Enter Hatto and Alfrid conferring.