CAPTAIN STILT

Hah! what sayest my son? treason and ini quity? Well, go thy ways: thou art able to put fire into a Flint stone; thou hast as rheumatic a tongue to persuade as any is between Pole and Pomer; but thou art even kit after kind, I am thy father, and was infamous for my exprobations, to discourage a dissembly of tall soldiers afore thou w rt born, and I have made them stand to it tooth and nail; how say you, most valiant and reprobate Country men: have you not herd I have been a stinger, a tickler, a wormer. I then was, and Sarloys was; a gentleman would not have given his head for the washing; but he is cut of, as all valiant caualeroes shall; and they be no more neg ligent of themselves; But to the purpose: we are dissem bled together, and fallen into ba tail beray in the behalf Prince Jerom a virtuous Prince, a wise Prince, and a most respectless Prince; my son Timothies master, and the un lawful heir of this land. Now sir the old Duke has put out a declamation, and says our rising is no other then a re surrection, for the Prince inspires not against his father; but the Duke inspires against his son, using him most natum rally, charitably, and abominably, to put him from inter session of the crown; wherefore as ye be true men, and obstinate subjects to the State uncover your heads, and cast up your caps and cry a Jerom, a Jerom, Om, A Jerom, a Jerom, a Jerom. I, I, Prince lorom or no body; be not obstacle old Duke, let not your own flesh and blood be inherited of your Dukedom, and a stranger displaced in his retority: for and you do, we will take no comparison of you and your army, but fallen upon you Like temperance and light ning. True son uncere peregrination, and one that was not born within our Dukes damnation, and therefore not to be remitted to any vpstantiall degree of office amongst us: that's the fine, that's the confusion of all. I that I am my Lord, I have lived in name and shame hese threescore, and seven winter's, all my neighbours can are me testament, and accord. And Prince Jerom too; well son, isle leave thee a Courtier still, and get me home to my own desolation, where isle labour to compel away excessity: and so fareyee well. I warrant you Prince, when the battle comes to joining, my son and I will be invisible, and they over come us, isle give you leave to say I have no pith in me; up on um true Prince upon um. Mass he says true son; but what's the remedy? I truly my Lord, we raised the resurrection, IS. God save Duke Ferdinand, and Prince Otho.