_Di_. I wonder what's his price? For certainly he'll tell
himself he has so prais'd his shape: But here comes one
more worthy those large speeches, than the large
speaker of them? let me be swallowed quick, if I can
find, in all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues, one sinew
sound enough to promise for him, he shall be Constable.
By this Sun, he'll ne're make King unless it be for trifles,
in my poor judgment.

_Phi_. Right Noble Sir, as low as my obedience,
And with a heart as Loyal as my knee,
I beg your favour.

_King_. Rise, you have it Sir.

_Di_. Mark but the King how pale he looks with fear.
Oh! this same whorson Conscience, how it jades us!

_King_. Speak your intents Sir.

_Phi_. Shall I speak 'um freely?
Be still my royal Soveraign.

_King_. As a subject
We give you freedom.

_Di_. Now it heats.

_Phi_. Then thus I turn