_Pha_. What sawcy groom knocks at this dead of night?
Where be our waiters? By my vexed soul,
He meets his death, that meets me, for this boldness.

_K_. Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends,
Come down.

_Pha_. The King?

_King_. The same Sir, come down,
We have cause of present Counsel with you.

_Pha_. If your Grace please to use me, I'le attend you
To your Chamber.
[Pha. _below_.

_King_. No, 'tis too late Prince, I'le make bold with yours.

_Pha_. I have some private reasons to my self,
Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot;
Nay, press not forward Gentlemen, he must come
Through my life, that comes here.

_King_. Sir be resolv'd, I must and will come. Enter.

_Pha_. I will not be dishonour'd;
He that enters, enters upon his death;
Sir, 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me,
To bring these Renegados to my Chamber,