SCENE IV.

BENHADAD _furiously accosts them_.

BEN. I proclaim you all Edomites; dragooners of Dagon; ding-dongs of Dathan! A generation of vipers!

1ST TRE. No, father Benhadad, your gravity is mistaken grossly; we are rather a generation of pipers!

[_They smoke tobacco._

2D TRE. Go to, holy Benhadad; stand you to your calling as we to our arms. Thou art for converting the Great Turk, and we for lining our pockets with Tunis gold. Where if we get our design, hold to thy principles, but no further than thou canst maintain them, and we shall create thee our household chaplain.

_Enter_ MARINER.

MAR. To sea, to sea! the winds are prosperous.

CAPT. And may we prosper with them! So farewell Seville and her dainty doxies.

ALL. Ran-tan! hey for Tunis and Argiers!

[_Exeunt colours displayed, with fifes and drums._

1ST CIT. Such was the duke's care to remove those weeds, Whose fatal growth might choke maturer seeds.

2D CIT. Good governors wise gardeners imitate: These cheer their plants; those steer a planted state.

[_Exeunt._

TRIL. [_From the high gallery._] I cannot, gentlemen, contain myself.

TIM. Thy genius has surpass'd itself; Thy scene is richly various: prease on still; These galleries applaud thy comic skill.

[_He takes his seat again._