1st King. Here take five guineas for those warlike men.
2nd King. And here's five more, that makes the sum just ten.
1st Her. We have not seen so much, the Lord knows when. [Exeunt Heralds.
1st King. Speak on, brave Amaryllis.
Ama. Invincible sovereigns, blame not my modesty, if at this
grand conjuncture—— [Drum beats behind the stage.
1st King. What dreadful noise is this that comes and goes?
Enter a Soldier with his sword drawn.
Sold. Haste hence, great sirs, your royal persons save,
For the event of war no mortal knows:[52]
The army, wrangling for the gold you gave,