_ Bless you, good Master, bless you.
_Gos._ I would he were: there's something too amongst you
To keep you all honest. [_Exit._
_Snap._ King of Heaven go with you.
_Omn._ Now good reward him,
May he never want it, to comfort still the poor, in a good hour.
_Fer._ What is't? see: _Snap_ has got it.
_Snap._ A good crown, marry.
_Prig._ A crown of gold.
_Fer._ For our new King: good luck.
_Ginks._ To the common treasury with it; if't be gold,
Thither it must.
_Prig._ Spoke like a Patriot, _Ferret_--
King _Clause_, I bid God save thee first, first, _Clause_,
After this golden token of a crown;
Where's oratour _Higgen_ with his gratuling speech now
In all our names?
_Fer._ Here he is pumping for it.
_Gin._ H'has cough'd the second time, 'tis but once more
And then it comes.
_Fer._ So, out with all: expect now--
_Hig._ That thou art chosen, venerable _Clause_,
Our King and Soveraign; Monarch o'th'Maunders,
Thus we throw up our Nab-cheats, first for joy,
And then our filches; last, we clap our fambles,
Three subject signs, we do it without envy:
For who is he here did not wish thee chosen,
Now thou art chosen? ask 'em: all will say so,
Nay swear't: 'tis for the King, but let that pass.
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