[Exit GERALDIN.

BUTLER.

Here's no room for delay. The citizens

Declare for him—a dizzy drunken spirit

Possesses the whole town. They see in the duke

A prince of peace, a founder of new ages

And golden times. Arms, too, have been given out

By the town-council, and a hundred citizens

Have volunteered themselves to stand on guard.

Despatch! then, be the word; for enemies

Threaten us from without and from within.