Enter Antonio below.
Aur. To be your king; fie on this circumstance!
My longing will not brook it: say,
Will you obey us as your kings and queens.
[Aside.
Ful. My Lord Antonio!
Ant. Confine yourselves, the king is within hearing; therefore make show of liking Machiavel's plot: let him mount high, his fall will be the deeper: my life, you shall be safe.
[Aside.
Aur. Say, are you agreed?
Ray. If not, we'll force you to't:
Speak, Frenchman, are our forces i' th' city?
Gio. Oui, mounsier.
Aler.