Spa. Indeed, it is not:
Spaconia is my name; but I desire
Not to be known to others.

Pan. Why, by me
You shall not; I will never do you wrong;
What good I can, I will: Think not my birth
Or education such, that I should injure
A stranger virgin. You are welcome hither.
In company you wish to be commanded:
But, when we are alone, I shall be ready
To be your servant.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—An open Place before the City. A great Crowd.

Enter three Men and a Woman.

1 Man. Come, come, run, run, run.

2 Man. We shall out-go her.

3 Man. One were better be hang’d than carry women out fiddling to these shows.

Wom. Is the king hard by?

1 Man. You heard he with the bottles said, he thought we should come too late. What abundance of people here is!

Wom. But what had he in those bottles?

3 Man. I know not.

2 Man. Why, ink, goodman fool.

3 Man. Ink, what to do?

1 Man. Why, the king, look you, will many times call for those bottles, and break his mind to his friends.

Wom. Let’s take our places; we shall have no room else.

2 Man. The man told us, he would walk o’foot through the people.

3 Man. Ay, marry, did he.

1 Man. Our shops are well look’d to now.

2 Man. ’Slife, yonder’s my master, I think.

1 Man. No, ’tis not he.

Enter PHILIP with two Citizens’ Wives.

1 Cit. W. Lord, how fine the fields be! What sweet living ’tis in the country!

2 Cit. W. Ay, poor souls, God help ’em, they live as contentedly as one of us.

1 Cit. W. My husband’s cousin would have had me gone into the country last year. Wert thou ever there?

2 Cit. W. Ay, poor souls, I was amongst ’em once.

1 Cit. W. And what kind of creatures are they, for love of
God?