_Dem._ No more of these assemblies.

_Cel._ I am commanded.

_1 Ush._ Room for the Lady there: Madam, my service--

_1 Gent._ My Coach an't please you Lady.

_2 Ush._ Room before there.

_2 Gent._ The honour, Madam, but to wait upon you--
My servants and my state.

_Cel._ Lord, how they flock now!
Before I was afraid they would have beat me;
How these flies play i'th' Sun-shine! pray ye no services,
Or if ye needs must play the Hobby-horses,
Seek out some beauty that affects 'em: farewel,
Nay pray ye spare: Gentlemen I am old enough
To go alone at these years, without crutches. [_Exit._

_2 Ush._ Well I could curse now: but that will not help me,
I made as sure account of this wench now, immediately,
Do but consider how the Devil has crost me,
Meat for my Master she cries, well--

_3 Em._ Once more, Sir,
We ask your resolutions: Peace or War yet?

_Dem._ War, War, my noble Father.