injuries.

_Cle_. Who, Philaster?

_Di_. Yes, whose Father we all know, was by our late
King of _Calabria_, unrighteously deposed from his
fruitful _Cicilie_. My self drew some blood in those
Wars, which I would give my hand to be washed from.

_Cle_. Sir, my ignorance in State-policy, will not let me
know why _Philaster_ being Heir to one of these Kingdoms,
the King should suffer him to walk abroad with such free
liberty.

_Di_. Sir, it seems your nature is more constant than to
enquire after State news. But the King (of late) made a
hazard of both the Kingdoms, of _Cicilie_ and his own,
with offering but to imprison _Philaster_. At which the City
was in arms, not to be charm'd down by any State-order or
Proclamation, till they saw _Philaster_ ride through the
streets pleas'd, and without a guard; at which they threw
their Hats, and their arms from them; some to make
bonefires, some to drink, all for his deliverance. Which
(wise men say) is the cause, the King labours to bring in
the power of a Foreign Nation to aw his own with.

[ _Enter_ Galatea, Megra, _and a Lady_.

_Thra_. See, the Ladies, what's the first?