Wherein I joy as much as he that hath a conquest won,
I am a free man, none so merry as I now under the sun.
Farewell, my lords, now the gods grant you all the sum of perfect amity,
And me long to enjoy my long-desired liberty.
[Exit.
Here entereth Eubulus beating Carisophus.
Away, villain! away, you flatt’ring parasite!
Away, the plague of this court! thy filed tongue, that forged lies,
No more here shall do hurt: away, false sycophant! wilt thou not?
Carisophus. I am gone, sir, seeing it is the king’s pleasure.