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Thi. The power
Deserves all blessings.,
[Exit. 'Be fearful, I am still ng 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
Memb. Your son!
To take away that lowpess is in me.
Brun. Stay yet ; for rather than that thou shalt Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats
add Nor pray’rs can silence! a bold suitor, and Incest unto thy other sinş, 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 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 refuge ! 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,
Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift
[Erit Which never will return, until his blood
Brun. Is the poison mortal ? Be wash wd 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 opend 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 hear which of you has the best voice to SCENE I.
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 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.
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,
i 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:
By the bread of God, man, thou hast a bonny 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 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 dust, 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 hangʻd 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
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, fåll 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. (Exeunt 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
your suits :
More followers than I would pay wages to. If I stay long here without company:
I'll see if they will work upon me now.
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?
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.
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
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, 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. 3 Sold. Which way shall we make, sir?
Prot. Reach me thy hands ! Vitry. Every man his own !
Vitry. Here, sir, bere; I could beat my brains hear? only bind me before you go, and
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 Sold. 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. [Ere. Sold.
Prot. 'Foot, what do you mean, sir?
Vitry. A trick to boot, say you?
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 consult Prot. I'm betray'd, lost, past recovery lost !
ing here 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 hin, all
An English doctor, with a bunch of pot-herbs, Willingly, all! I'll give you a release,
And he cries ont endive 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 Bau. 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
And can pray for a pension
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 pray Vitry. 'Would we were all fost, hang'd,
Baw. 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?
When shall I rest?
[Exeunt. Thi. Am I not patient? have I not endur'd
More than a mangy dog, among your doses? Enter BAWDBER and three Courtiers.
Am I not now your patient? Ye can make 1 Cour. Not sleep at all? no means? Unwholsome fools sleep for a guarded footcloth; 2 Cour. No art can do it.
Whores for a hot sin-offering ; yet I must crave, Baw. 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 Something's amiss; Heav'n help all !
reclaim'd! Cour. What cure has he?
This talk doth but distemper you.
Thi. Well, I will die,
The touch of nature in you, tenderness! In spite of all your potions! One of you sleep; 'Tis all the soul of woman, all the sweetness: Lie down and sleep here, that I may behold Forget not, I beseech you, what are children, What blessed rest it is my eyes are robb’d of! Nor how you have groan'd for them; to what See, he can sleep, sleep any where, sleep now,
love When he that wakes for him can never slumber! They are born inheritors, with what care kept; Is't not a dainty ease?
And, as they rise to ripeness, still remember 2 Doctor. Your grace shall feel it.
How they imp out your age! and when time Thi. Oh, never, never I! The eyes of Heaven See but their certain motions, and then sleep; That as an autumn flower you fall, forget not The rages of the ocean have their slumbers, How round about your hearse they hang, likė And quiet silver calms; each violence
penons ! Crowns in his end a peace; but my fix'd fires Brun. Holy fool, Shall never, never set!--Who's that?
Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd
thee, Enter MARTELL, BRUNHALT, DE VITRY, and Preach not to me of punishments or fears, Soldiers.
Or what I ought to be; but what I am, Mart. No, woman,
A woman in her liberal will defeated, Mother of mischief, no! the day shall die first, In all her greatness cross'd, in pleasure blasted ! And all good things live in a worse than thou art, My angers have been laugh'd at, my ends slighted, Ere thou shalt sleep! Dost thou see him? And all those glories that had crown'd my forBrun. Yes, and curse him;
tunes, And all that love him, fool, and all live by him. Suffer'd by blasted virtue to be scatter'd: Mart. Why art thou such a monster?
I am the fruitful mother of these angers, Brun. Why art thou
And what such have done, read, and know thy So tame a knave to ask me ?
ruin! Mart. Hope of hell,
Thi. Heav'n forgive you ! By this fair holy light, and all his wrongs,
Murt. She tells you true; for millions of her Which are above thy years, almost thy vices,
mischiefs Thou shalt not rest, not feel more what is pity, Are now apparent: Protaldye have taken, Know nothing necessary, meet no society An equal agent with her, to whose care, But what shall curse and cracify thee, feel in thy- After the damn'd defeat on you, she trusted
self Nothing but what thou art, bane and bad con
Enter Blessenger. science,
The bringing-in of Leonor the bastard, 'Till this man rest; but for whose reverence, Son to your murder'd brother : Her physician Because, thou art his mother, I would say, By this time is attach'd to that damnd devil, Whore, this shall be! Do you nod? I'll waken
Mess. 'Tis like he will be so; for ere we came, you
Fearing an equal justice for his mischiefs, With my sword's point.
He drench'd himself. Brun. I wish no more of Heaven,
Brun. He did like one of mine then ! Nor hope no more, but a sufficient anger
Thi. Must I still see these miseries? no night To torture thee!
To hide me from their horrors? That Protaldye Mart. See, she that makes you see, sir ! See justice fall upon ! And to your misery, still see your mother,
Brun. Now I could sleep too. The mother of your woes, sir, of your waking, Mart. I'll give you yet more poppy : Bring The mother of your peoples' cries and curses,
the lady, Your murdering mother, your malicious mother! Thi. Physicians, half my state to sleep an hour
Enter ORDELLA. now !
And Heav’n in her embraces give him quiet ! Is it so, mother?
Madam, unveil yourself.
Ord. I do forgive you;
foi Mart. She nods again; swinge her!
you. Thi. But, mother,
Brun. Art thou alive?
Mart. Go carry her without wink of sleep, or
wheel, Done by your will ?
And let his cries and roars be musick to her! Brun. It was, and by that will
I mean to waken her. Thi. Oh, mother, do not lose your name! for Thi. Do her no wrong! get not
Mart. Nor right, as you love justice !