CONSTABLE.
Alas! my lord, here's a poor man robb'd or cosened.
SIMPLICITY.
I am robb'd.—O my boys, my pretty boys, I am undone!
Saw ye no thieves, nor no crafty knaves? What be all these?
WIT.
Simplicity, away! these be our lords; offend them not for fear.
SIMPLICITY.
I seek not them: I seek for Fraud that robb'd me.
PLEASURE.
Go, seek elsewhere, for here's no place for such.
POLICY.
My friends, depart, and qualify this stir,
And see peace kept within the walls, I charge ye.
CONSTABLE.
I will, my lord. Come, Simplicity, we came too late to find your losses.
SIMPLICITY.
Pray for me, my boys; I think I shall hang myself.
I come ever too late to speed.
[Exeunt.
POLICY.
Now, lords, let honour's fire inflame our thoughts,
And let us arm our courage with our cause,
And so dispose ourselves to welcome them.
Do me the favour (if I may entreat)
To be the first to front the foe in face:
The vanguard let be Policy's this once,
Pomp's the main battle, Pleasure's the rearward;
And so bestow us, if you think it good.