Diphilus. Sleepe the Citizens?
Or are they ouerwhelm'd with the exceſſe 20 Of comfort, that flowes to them?
Leoſthenes. Wee receaue
A ſilent entertainment.
Timagoras. I long ſince
Expected, that the virgins, and the Matrons,
The old men ſtriuing with their age, the Prieſts
Carrying the Images of their gods before 'em 25 Should haue met vs with Proceſſion: Ha! the gates Are ſhut againſt vs!
Archid. And vpon the Walls Enter aboue, Piſander, Poli-
Arm'd men ſeeme to defie vs! phron, Cimbrio, Gracculo &
Diphilus. I ſhould know the reſt.
Theſe faces; they are our flaues.
Timagoras. The miſterie, Raſcalls?
Open the ports, and play not with an anger, 30 That will conſume you.
Timoleon. This is aboue wonder.
Archid. Our Bond-men ſtand againſt vs!
Gracculo. Some ſuch things
We were in mans remembrance; the ſlaues are turn'd
Lords of the Towne, or ſo; nay, be not angry:
Perhaps on good tearmes, giuing ſecurity, 35 You will be quiet men, we may allow you Some lodgings in our Garrets, or out-houſes;
Your great lookes cannot carry it.
Cymbrio. The truth is,
We have beene bold with your wives, toy'd with your daughters.
Leoſthenes. O my prophetique ſoule!
Gracculo. Rifled your Chefts, 40 Beene buſie with your Wardrobes.
Timagoras. Can we indure this?
Leoſthenes. O my Cleora!
Gracculo. A Caudle, for the Gentleman,
Hee'll die a'the pip elſe.
Timagoras. Scorn'd too! are you turn'd ſtone?
Hold parley with our Bond-men? force our entrance,