Way for the Senate.

[Enter _Porphycio_, _Possenne_, (three Senators) _Gonzalo_, _Gaspero_,
Souldiers]

My good Lords I know not
What tax of arrogance I may incurr,
Should I presume, though courted by your Favours,
To take a place amongst you; I had rather
Give proof of my unfeign'd humility
By force, though mean, yet more becoming place,
Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure.

Possenne:

My Lord, your wisdom is both known and try'd;
We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship
Than your great service to the State deserves.

Porphycio:

Will't please you, Sir?

[Enter _Fernando_ with Souldiers.]

Gonzalo:

What's here, my Lord _Porphycio_?
It must not be.