That made the world his; and couldst see no sun
Shine upon any but thine: were _Pharamond_
As truly valiant, as I feel him cold,
And ring'd among the choicest of his friends,
Such as would blush to talk such serious follies,
Or back such bellied commendations,
And from this present, spight of all these bugs,
You should hear further from me.

_King_. Sir, you wrong the Prince:
I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends,
You deserve our frown: go to, be better temper'd.

_Phi_. It must be Sir, when I am nobler us'd.

_Gal_. Ladyes,
This would have been a pattern of succession,
Had he ne're met this mischief. By my life,
He is the worthiest the true name of man
This day within my knowledge.

_Meg_. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge,
But the other is the man set in mine eye;
Oh! 'tis a Prince of wax.

_Gal_. A Dog it is.

_King_. _Philaster_, tell me,
The injuries you aim at in your riddles.