_Cow._ Sure hee'l beat us,
I see it in his eyes. _Egre._ A second _Charles_;
Pray look not Sir so furiously. _Eust._ Recant
What you have said, ye Mungrils, and licke up
The vomit you have cast upon the Court,
Where you unworthily have had warmth and breeding,
And sweare that you like Spiders, have made poyson
Of that which was a saving antidote.
_Egre._ We will sweare any thing. _Cow._ We honour the Court
As a most sacred place. _Egre._ And will make oath,
If you enjoyne us to't, nor knave nor fool,
Nor Coward living in it. _Eust._ Except you two,
You Rascals! _Cow._ Yes, we are all these, and more,
If you will have it so. _Eust._ And that until
You are again reform'd and growne new men,
You nere presume to name the Court, or presse
Into the Porters Lodge but for a penance,
To be disciplin'd for your roguery, and this done
With true contrition. _Both._ Yes Sir. _Eust._ You againe
May eat scraps and be thankful. _Cow._ Here's a cold breakfast
After a sharpe nights walking. _Eust._ Keepe your oathes,
And without grumbling vanish. _Both._ We are gone, Sir. _Exeunt._
_Eust._ May all the poorenesse of my spirit goe with you,
The fetters of my thraldome are filed off:
And I at libertie to right my selfe,
And though my hope in _Angellina's_ little,
My honour (unto which compar'd shee's nothing)
Shall like the Sun disperse those lowring Clouds
That yet obscure and dimme it; not the name
Of brother shall divert me, but from him,
That in the worlds opinion ruin'd me,
I will seek reparation, and call him
Unto a strict accompt.
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