The loyal subject, or, The faithful general a play acted at the Theatre-Royal by Her Majesties servants / the authors, Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Fletcher ; with a preface.

Scene 4.

Enter Archas and a Servant.

Ar.

'Tis strange To me to see the Court, and welcome: O Royal Place, how have I lov'd and serv'd thee? Who lies on this side, know'st thou?

Ser.

The Lord Burris.

Ar.

Thou hast nam'd a Gentleman I stand much bound to. I think he sent the Casket, Sir?

Ser.

The same, Sir.

Ar.

An honest minded Man, a noble Courtier: The Duke made perfect Choice when he took him: Go you home, I shall hit the way Without a Guide now.

Ser.

You may want something, Sir.

Ar.

Only my Horses, Which after Supper let the Groom wait with: I'll have no more Attendance here.

Ser.

Your Will, Sir?

Exit.

Enter Theodore.

The.

You are well met here, Sir.

Ar.

How now, Boy, How do'st thou?

The.

I should ask You that Question: how do you, Sir? How do you feel your self?

Ar.

Why, well and lusty.

The.

What do you here then?

Ar.

Why, I am sent for To Supper with the Duke.

The.

Have you no Meat at home? Or do you long to feed as hunted Deer do, In Doubt and Fear?

Ar.

I have an excellent Stomach, And can I use it better Than among my Friends, Boy? How do the Wenches?

The.

They do well enough, Sir, They know the worst by this time. Pray be rul'd, Sir,

Go home again; and if you have a Supper, Eat it in quiet there: This is no Place for you, Especially at this time, Take my Word for't.

Ar.

May be they'll drink hard; I could have drank my share, Boy. Though I am old, I will not out.

The.

I hope you will. Hark in your Ear: the Court's Too quick of hearing.

Ar.

Not mean me well? Thou art abus'd and cozen'd. Away, away.

The.

To that end, Sir, I tell you. Away, if you love your self.

Ar.

Who dare do these things, That ever heard of Honesty?

The.

Old Gentleman, Take a Fool's Counsel.

Ar.

'Tis a Fool's indeed; A very Fool's: thou hast more of These Flams in thee, these musty Doubts: Is't fit the Duke send for me, And honour me to eat within his Presence, And I, like a tall Fellow, play at bo-peep With his Pleasure?

The.

Take heed Of bo-peep with your Pate, your Pate, Sir; I speak plain Language now.

Ar.

If 'twere not here, Where Reverence bids me hold, I would so swinge thee, thou rude, Unmanner'd Knave; take from his Bounty, His Honour that he gives me, to beget Sawcy and sullen Fears?

The.

You are not mad sure: By this fair Light, I speak But what it whisper'd, And whisper'd for a Truth.

Ar.

A Dog: drunken People, That in their Pot see Visions, And turn States, Mad-men and Children: Prithee do not follow me; I tell thee I am angry: Do not follow me.

The.

I am as angry

As you for your Heart. I and wilful too: go, like a Woodcock, And thrust your Neck ith' noose.

Ar.

Ile kill thee. And thou speak'st but three words more. Do not follow me.

Exit.

The.

A strange old foolish Fellow: I shall hear yet, And if I do not my part hiss at me.

Exit.