Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.

Scoen. V.

Enter Horatio and guard.

Hor.

My masters, come along, and close up to me: my Loyaltie defend me, I shall not dare to trust me in this devillish fellows reach else. And thus it is Sir.

Petr.

'Tis thus Sir, I can tell you.

[drawes]

Hor.

Good friends look well to me.

Petr.

You come with strength of armed men, to bear me

From mine own House which was my appointed Pri∣son, Unto a stronger Hold.

Hor.

Look every way.

Petr.

The King it seems now that his Nignion General is Landed, cannot think him safe, and I not Faster: which though I can prevent, I will not. Come, what Gaol will you remove me to?

Hor.

I would thou wert in Hell for me: No Sir, I come to call you to the King.

Petr.

What? with a Guard?

Hor.

That's for my Self. I know thou lovest not me.

Petr.

Nor you me, do you?

Hor.

Nor cannot, less the King could love thee.

Petr.

Why perhaps he does, you see he sends for me.

Hor.

Why if he does, I do, but 'tis more then I know, or can collect yet by his Majesties affection.

Petr.

Here's an Humour now.

Hor.

I know my Loyalty, and I know the King has sent for you; But to what end I know not: and if it be to hang thee I cannot help it. Look to me now my masters. Nor do I care, that's the plain troth on't, while the King is pleas'd, and thou wert my Brother. I am an old Courtier I, still true to the Crown.

Petr.

I commend your Loyaltie: Come, we are Friends.

Hor.

Look to me for all that.

Petr.

Were you afraid, you came so arm'd and guarded?

Hor.

That's because I would not be afraid: look to me still.

Petr.

Indeed my Lord you are welcome.

Hor.

Yes, as much as I look for.

Petr.

VVhat should the King intend by this? I fear no ill, For I have done none; therefore I may go. Perhaps he thinks to make me honour Sforza

Now in his time of Jollitie, and be friends: I need not go for that; he cannot do't, Yet I will go to tell him so: my Lord, My joy to see the King will post me faster Than your grave Loyaltie, or Massie Bill-men.

Hor.

Yes, prethie keep afore with thy back to∣wards me, and so long I dare trust thee. Have an eye though.

Exeunt Omnes.