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Go, and with yours be safe ; I have such cause Made such a battery in the choicest castle
Of grief, (nay more, to love it) that I will not That ever Nature made to defend life,
Have such as these be sharers in it.

That straight it shook and sunk.
Lec. Madam!

Thi. Stay! dares any Prot. Another time were better.

Presume to shed a tear before me? or Brun. Do not stir,

Ascribe that worth unto themselves to merit, For I must be resolvd, and will : Be statues ! To do so for her? I have done ; now on!

Mart. Fall’n thus, once more she smil'd, as if Enter MARTELL

that Death Thi. Ay, thou art welcome; and upon my soul For her had studied a new way to sever Thou art an honest man. Do you see! he has The soul and body, without sense of pain ; tears

And then, Tell him, quoth she, what you have To lend to him whom prodigal expence

seen, Of sorrow has made bankrupt of such treasure ! And with what willingness 'twas done! for which Nay, thou dost well.

My last request unto him is, that he Mart. I would it might excuse

Would instantly make choice of one (most happy The ill I bring along !

In being so chosen) to supply my place; Thi. Thou mak'st me smile

By whom if Heav'n bless him with a daughter, th' heighth of my calamities : As if

In my remembrance let it bear my name ! There could be the addition of an atom,

Which said, she died. To the giant-body of my miseries !

Thi. I hear this, and yet live! But try; for I will hear thee. All sit down ! tis Heart ! art thou thunder-proof? will nothing death

break thee? To any that shall dare to interrupt him

She's dead; and what her entertainment may be In look, gesture, or word.

In th' other world without me is uncertain; Mart. And such attention

And dare I stay here unresolv'd? As is due to the last, and the best story

Mart. Oh, sir! That ever was deliver'd, will become you.

Brun. Dear son! The griev'd Ordela (for all other titles

Prot. Great king! But take away from that) having from me, Thi. Unhand me! am I fallin Prompted by your last parting groan, enquir'd So low, that I have lost the power to be What drew it from you, and the cause soon learn'd; Disposer of my own life? For she whom barbarism could deny nothing, Klart. Be but pleas'd With such prevailing earnestness desir’d it, To borrow so much time of sorrow, as 'Twas not in me, tho' it had been my death, To call to mind her last request, for whom To hide it from her : She, I say, in whom (I must confess a loss beyond expression) All was, that Athens, Rome, or warlike Sparta, You turn your hand upon yourself! twas hers, Have register'd for good in their best women, And dying hers, that you should live, and happy, But nothing of their ill; knowing herself In seeing little models of yourself, Mark'd out (I know not by what power, but sure By matching with another : And will you A cruel one) to die, to give you children ; Leave any thing that she desir'd ungranted ? Having first with a settled countenance

And suffer such a life that was laid down Look'd up to heaven, and then upon herself, For your sake only, to be fruitless ? (It being the next best object) and then smild, Thi. Oh, As if her joy in death to do you service Thou dost throw charms upon me, against which Would break forth, in despite of the much sorrow I cannot stop my ears : Bear witness, Heaven ! She shew'd she had to leave you; and then taking That not desire of life, nor love of pleasures, Me by the hand, (this hand, which I must ever Nor any future comforts, but to give Love better than I have done, since she touch'd it) Peace to her blessed spirit

, in satisfying Go, said she, to my lord, (and to go to him Her last demand, makes me defer our meeting ! Is such a happiness I must not hope for) Which in my choice, and sudden choice, shall be And tell him that he too much príz'd a trifle To all apparent Made only worthy in his love, and her

Brun. How do I remove one mischief, Thankful acceptance, for her sake to rob To draw upon my head a greater? The orphan kingdom of such guardians, as Thi. Go, Must of necessity descend from him ;

Thou only good man, to whom for herself
And therefore, in some part of recompence Goodness is dear, and prepare to inter it
Of his much love, and to shew to the world In her that was! Oh, my heart, my Ordella !
That 'twas not her fault only, but her fate, A monument worthy to be the casket
That did deny to let her be the mother

Of such a jewel.
Of such most certain blessings; yet, for proof Mart. Your command, that makes way
She did not envy her, that happy her,

Unto my absence, is a welcome one;
That is appointed to them, her quick end For, but yourself, there's nothing here Martell
Should make way for her. Which no sooner spoke, Can take delight to look on : Yet some comfort
But in a moment this too-ready engine

Goes back with me to her, who, tho' she want it, Thi. The power

Deserves all blessings.

[Erit. Be fearful, I am still no man; already Brun. So soon to forget

That weakness is gone from me. The loss of such a wife, believe it, will

Brun. That it might

Aside. Be censur'd in the world.

Have ever grown inseparably upon thee! Thi. Pray you, no more!

What will you do? Is such a thing as this
There is no argument you can use to cross it, Worthy the lov'd Ordella's place ? the daughter
But does encrease in me such a suspicion Of a poor gardener ?
I would not cherish.-Who's that?

Memb. Your son !

To take away that lowness is in me.
Memb. One, no guard

Brun. Stay yet; for rather than that thoushalt Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats

add Nor pray’rs can silence! a bold suitor, and Incest unto thy other sins, I will, For that which, if you are yourself, a king, With hazard of my own life, utter all : You were made so to grant it: Justice, justice ! Theodoret was thy brother. Thi. With what assurance dare you hope for Thi. You denied it, that

Upon your oath; nor will I now believe you : Which is denied to me? or how can I

Your Protean turnings cannot change my purStand bound to be just unto such as are

pose! Beneath me, that find none from those that are Memb. And for me, be assur'd the means to be Above me?

Reveng’d on thee, vile hag, admits no thought Memb. There is justice: 'Twere unfit But what tends to it! That any thing but vengeance should fall on him, Brun. Is it come to that? That, by his giving way to more than murder, Then have at the last retuge ! Art thou grown (For my dear father's death was parricide) Insensible in ill, that thou goest on Makes it his own.

Without the least compunction? There, take that! Brun. I charge you, hear her not!

To witness that thou hadst a mother, which Memb. Hell cannot stop just prayers from en- Foresaw thy cause of grief and sad repentance, t'ring Heav'n:

That, so soon after bless’d Ordella's death,
I must and will be heard! Sir, but remember Without a tear, thou canst embrace another!
That he that by her plot fell, was your brother; Forgetful' man!
And the place where, your palace, against all Thi. Mine eyes, when she is nam’d,
Th' inviolable rights of hospitality;

Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift
Your word, a king's word, given for his safety; Is not unusctul now.
His innocence, his protection ; and the gods Lec. He's past all cure;
Bound to revenge the impious breach of such That only touch is death.
So great and sacred bonds ! and can you wonder Thi. This night I'll keep it;
That (in not punishing such a horrid murder To-morrow I will send it you, and full
You did it) that Heav'ns favour is gone from you? Of my affliction.

[Erit Which never will return, until his blood

Brun. Is the poison mortal ? Be washid away in hers.

Lec. Above the help of physic. Brun. Drag hence the wretch!

Brun. To my wish. Thi. Forbear. With what variety

Now for our own security! You, Protaldye, Of torments do I meet! Oh, thou hast open'd Shall this night post towards Austracia, A book, in which, writ down in bloody letters, With letters to Theodoret's bastard son, My conscience finds that I am worthy of In which we will make known what for his risirg More than I undergo; but I'll begin,

We have done to Thierry: No denial, For my Ordella's sake, and for thine own, Nor no excuse in such acts, must be thought of; To make less Heav'n's great anger: Thou hast which all dislike, and all again commend lost

When they are brought unto a happy end. A father; I to thee am so: The hope

[Ereunt. Of a good husband'; in me have one! Nor


Let me bear which of you has the best voice to SCENE I.

beg in,

For other hopes or fortunes I see you have not. Enter De Vitry, and four Soldiers.

Be not nice; Nature provided you with tones for Vitry. No war, no money, no master! banish'd

the purpose; the court,

The peoples' charity was your heritage, Not trusted in the city, whipt out of the country, and I would see which of you deserves his birthIn what a triangle runs our misery !

right. VOL. I.


Before you.


Omnes. We understand you not, captain. 1 Sold. And that you are like to want, for Vitry. You see this cardecue ;

aught I perceive yet. The last, and the only quintessence of fifty crowns, Vitry. Stand, deliver ! Distilld in the limbeck of your gardage,

i Sold. 'Foot, what mean you? Of which happy piece thou shalt be treasurer : You will not rob the exchequer? Now he that can soonest persuade him to part Vitry. Do you prate? with it,

1 Sold. Hold, hold! here, captain! Enjoys it, possesses it, and, with it,

2 Sold. Why, I could have done this Me and my future countenance. 1 Sold. If they want art

3 Sold. And I. To persuade it, I'll keep it myself.

4 Sold. And I. Vitry. So you be not

Vitry. You have done this: A partial judge in your own cause, you shall. • Brave man, be proud to make him happy! Omnes. A match !

By the bread of God, man, thou hast a bondy 2 Sold. I'll begin to you : Brave sir, be proud

countenance ! To make him happy by your liberality, . • Comrade, man of urship, St. Tavy be her patron!' Whose tongue vouchsafes now to petition, Out upon you, you uncurried colts! Was never heard before less than to command. Walking cans, that have no souls in you, I am a soldier by profession, a gentleman But a little rosin to keep your ribs sweet, By birth, and an officer by place;

And hold in liquor! Whose, poverty blushes to be the cause,

Omnes. Why, what would you have us to do, That so high a virtue should descend

captain? To the pity of your charity.

Vitry. Beg, beg, and keep constables waking, 1 Sold. In any case keep your high stile ! Wear out stocks and whipcord, It is not charity to shame any man,

Maunder for butter-milk, die of the jaundice, Much less a virtue of your eminence;

Yet have the cure about you, lice, large lice, Wherefore preserve your worth, and I'll preserve Begot of your own dast, and the heat of the My money,

brick-kilns ! 3 Sold. You persuade? You are shallow ! May you starve, and the fear of the gallows Give way to merit: Ah, by the bread of God, man, (Which is a gentle consumption to it) Thou hast a bonny countenance and a blith, Only preserve you from it I or may you fall Promising mickle good to a siking wemb, Upon your fear, and be hang’d for selling That has trod a long and a sore ground to meet Those purses to keep you from famine, With friends, that will owe much to thy reve- Whose monies my valour empties, rence,

And be cast without other evidence! When they shall hear of thy courtesy

Here is my fort, my castle of defence; To their wandering countrymen.

Who comes by shall pay me toll; 1 Sold. You that will use

The first purse is your mittimus, slaves. Your friends so hardly to bring them in debt, sir, 2 Sold. The purse ? 'foot, we'll share in the Will deserve worse of a stranger; wherefore,

money, captain, Pead on, pead on, I say !

If any come within a furlong of our fingers. 4 Sold. It is the Welsh

4 Sold. Did you doubt but we could steal Must do't, I see.- -Comrade, man of urship, As well as yourself? Did not I speak Welsh ? St Tavy be her patron, the gods of the mountains 3 Sold. We are thieves from our cradles, and Keep her cow and her cupboard; may she never

will die so. Want the green of the leek, nor the fat of the Vitry. Then you will not beg again? onion,

Omnes. Yes, as you did : If she part with her bounties to him, that is a Stand and deliver !

2 Sold. Hark! here comes handsel : Away from her cousins, and has two big suits in 'Tis a trade quickly set up, and as soon cast down. law

Vitry. Have goodness in your minds, varlets, To recover her heritage !

and to't 1 Sold. Pardon me, sir !

Like men : He that has more money than we I will have nothing to do with your suits ; Cannot be our friend, and I hope there is no law It comes within the statute of maintenance.

For spoiling the enemy. Home to your cousins, and sow garlic and hemp- 3 Sold. You need not seed!

Instruct us further; your example pleads enough. The one will stop your hunger, the other end Vitry. Disperse yourselves; and as their com

pany is, fall on! Gammawash, comrade, gammawash!

2 Sold. Come, there are a band of 'em! I'll 4 Sold. 'Foot, he'll hoord all for himself.

charge single. (Ereunt Soldiers. Vitry. Yes, let him :

Enter PROTALDYE. Now comes my turn : I'll see if he can answer me: Save you, sir! they say you have that I want, Prot. 'Tis wonderful dark ! I have lost my man, money.

And dare not call for him, lest I should have

great deal

your suits :


More followers than I would pay wages to. If I stay long here without company:
What throes am I in, in this travel! These I was wont to get a nap with saying my prayers:
Be honourable adventures ! had I

I'll see if they will work upon me now.
That honest blood in my veins again, queen, But then if I should talk in my sleep, and they
That your feats and these frights have drain’a Hear me, they would make a recorder of my
from me,

windpipe, Honour should pull hard, ere it drew me Slit my throat. Heaven be prais'd! I hear some Into these brakes.

noise ; Vitry. Who goes there?

It may be new purchase, and then I shall have Prot. Hey ho!

fellows. Here's a pang of preferment !

Vitry. They are gone past hearing: Now to Vitry. 'Heart, who goes there?

task, De Vitry!Prot. He that has no heart to your acquain- Help, help, as you are men, help! some charitatance.

ble hand, What shall I do with my jewels and my letter?

Relieve a poor distressed miserable wretch ! My codpiece, that's too loose; good, my boots !- Thieves, wicked thieves, have robb’dme, bound me. Who is't that spoke to me? Here's a friend. Prot. 'Foot,

Vitry. We shall find that presently: Stand, 'Would they had gag'd you too! your noise will As you love your safety, stand !

betray us, Prot. That unlucky word

And fetch them again. Of standing, has brought me to all this. Hold, Vitry. What blessed tongue spake to me? Or I shall never stand you.

Where, where are you, sir? Vitry. I should know

Prot. A plague of your bawling throat ! That voice. Deliver !

We are well enough, if you have the grace

To be thankful for't. Do but snore to me, Enter Soldiers.

And 'tis as much as I desire, to pass Prot. All that I have

Away time with, 'till morning ; then talk Is at your service, gentlemen ; and much As loud as you please. Sir, I am bound not to Good may it do you !

stir, Vitry. Zoons, down with him!

Wherefore, lie still and snore, I say. Do you prate?

Vitry. Then you have met with thieves too, I Prot. Keep your first word, as you are gentlemen,

Prot. And desire to meet with no more of them. And let me stand! alas, what do you mean! Vitry. Alas, 2 Sold. To tie you to us, sir, bind you in the What can we suffer more? They are far enough knot

By this time; have they not all, all that we have, Of friendship

sir? Prot. Alas, sir, all the physic in Europe Prot. No, by my faith, have they not, sir! I Cannot bind me.

Vitry. You should have jewels about you, One trick to boot for their learning: My boots, Stones, precious stones.

sir, 1 Sold. Captain, away!

My boots ! Í have sav'd my stock, and my jewels There's company within hearing; if you stay

in them, longer,

And therefore desire to hear no more of them. We are surprised.

Vitry. Now blessing on your wit, sir! what Vitry. Let the devil come,

a dull I'll pillage this frigate a little better yet. Slave was I, dream'd not of your conveyance!

2 Sold. 'Foot, we are lost !- they are upon us. Help to unbind me, sir, and I'll undo you ; Vitry. Ha! upon us ?

My life for yours, no worse thief than myself Make the least noise, 'tis thy parting gasp! Meets you again this night. s Sold. Which way shall we make, sir?

Prot. Reach me thy hands! Vitry. Every man his own!

Vitry. Here, sir, here; I could beat my brains Do you hear only bind me before you go, and

out, when

That could not think of boots, The company's past, make to this place again : Boots, sir, wide-topt boots; I shall love them This carvel should have better lading in him,

The better whilst I live. But are you sure You are slow; why do you not tie harder ? Your jewels are here, sir ? 1 Suld. You are sure enough,

Prot. Sure, say'st thou ? ha, ha, ha! I warrant you, sir.

Vitry. So ho, illo ho! Vitry. Darkness befriend you! away!

Sold. (Within.) Here, captain, here. (Exe. Sold.

Prot. 'Foot, what do you mean, sir?
Prot. What tyrants have I met with ! they
leave me

Enter Soldiers.
Alone in the dark, yet would not have me cry.
I shall grow wond'rous melancholy,

Vitry. A trick to boot, say you?

gave them

ing here

but age,

Here, you dull slaves, purchase, purchase !

Baw. Armies of those we call physicians ; The soul of the rock, diamonds, sparkling dia- Some with clisters, some with lettice-caps, monds !

Some posset-drinks, some pills ; twenty consultProt. I'm betray'd, lost, past recovery lost ! As you are men

About a drench, as many here to blood him ; Vitry. Nay, rook, since you'll be prating, Then comes a don of Spain, and he prescribes We'll share your carrion with you. Have you More cooling opium than would kill a Turk, Any other conveyance now, sir ?

Or quench a whore i' the Dog-days; after him i Sold, 'Foot, here are letters,

A wise Italian, and he cries, Tie unto him Epistles, familiar epistles: We'll see

A woman of fourscore, whose bones are marble, What treasure is in them. They are seald sure. Whose blood snow-water, not so much heat about Prot. Gentlemen!

her As you are gentlemen, spare my letters, and take As may conceive a prayer! after him, all

An English doctor, with a bunch of pot-herbs, Willingly, all! I'll give you a release,

And he cries out éndive and suckery, A general release, and meet you here

With a few mallow roots and butter-milk ! To-morrow with as much more.

And talks of oil made of a churchman's charity; Vitry. Nay, since

Yet still he wakes. You have your tricks, and your conveyances, 1 Cour. But your good honour We will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearch’d. Has a prayer in store, if all should fail ? Prot. Hark! there comes company; you will Baw. I could have pray'd, and handsomely,

be betray'd. As you

love your safeties, beat out my brains ; And an ill memoryI shall betray you else.

3 Cour. Has spoild your primmer. Vitry. Treason,

Baw. Yet if there be a man of faith i'the Unheard of treason! monstrous, monstrous vil.

lainies !

And can pray for a pension-
Prot. I confess myself a traitor; shew yourselves
Good subjects, and hang me up for't.

Enter THIERRY on a bed, with Doctors and 1 Sold. If it be

Attendants. Treason, the discovery will get our pardon, 2 Cour. Here's the king, sir; Captain.

And those that will


pay. Vitry. 'Would we were all lost, hang'd,

Buw. Then pray for me too. Quarter'd, to save this one, one innocent prince ! 1 Doctor. How does your grace now feel yourThierry's poison’d, by his mother poison'd !

self? The mistress to this stallion !

Thi. What's that? Who, by that poison, ne'er shall sleep again! 1 Doctor. Nothing at all, sir, but your fancy, 2 Sold. 'Foot, let us mince him by piece-meal, Thi. Tell me, 'till he

Can ever these eyes more, shut up in slumbers, Eat himself up.

Assure my soul there is sleep? is there night 3 Sold. Let us dig out his heart

And rest for human labours ? do not you With needles, and half broil him, like a mussel! And all the world, as I do, out-stare Time, Prot. Such another and I prevent you, my And live, like funeral lamps, never extinguish'd ? blood's

Is there a grave? (and do not flatter me, Settled already;

Nor fear to tell me truth) and in that grave Vitry. Here's that shall remove it!

Is there a hope I shall sleep? can I die? Toad, viper! Drag him unto Martell !

Are not my miseries immortal ? Oh,
Unnatural parricide! cruel, bloody woman! The happiness of him that drinks his water,

Omnes. On, you dog-fish, leech, caterpillar ! After his weary day, and sleeps for ever!
Vitry. A longer sight of him will make my rage Why do you crucify me thus with faces,

And gaping strangely upon one another?
Pity, and with his sudden end prevent

When shall I rest?
Revenge and torture! wicked, wicked Brunhalt! 2 Doctor. Oh, sir, be patient !

[Exeunt. Thi. Am I not patient? have I not endur'd Enter BAWDBER and three Courtiers.

More than a mangy dog, among your doses?

Am I not now your patient? Ye can make 1 Cour. Not sleep at all? no means ?

Unwholsome fools sleep for a guarded footcloth2 Cour. No art can do it.

Whores for a hot sin-offering ; yet I must crave, Bau, I will assure you, he can sleep no more That feed ye, and protect ye, and proclaim ye. Than a hooded hawk; a centinel to him, Because my power is far above your searching, Or one of the city constables, are tops.

Are my diseases so? can ye cure none, 3 Cour. How came he so;

But those of equal ignorance ? Dare ye kill me? Baw. They are too wise that dare know; | Doctor. We do beseech your grace be more Sornething's amiss; Heav'n help all !

reclaim'd! : Cour. What cure has he?

This talk doth but distemper you.


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