Deserves all blessings. Brun. So soon to forget The loss of such a wife, believe it, will Be censur'd in the world. Thi. Pray you, no more! [Exit. Be fearful, I am still no man; already That weakness is gone from me. There is no argument you can use to cross it, Enter MEMBERGE. Memb. One, no guard Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats Which is denied to me? or how can I Memb. There is justice: 'Twere unfit Brun. I charge you, hear her not! Memb. Hell cannot stop just prayers from en- I must and will be heard! Sir, but remember Brun. Drag hence the wretch ! Of torments do I meet! Oh, thou hast open'd To make less Heav'n's great anger: Thou hast lost A father; I to thee am so: The hope Brun. That it might [Aside. Have ever grown inseparably upon thee!What will you do? Is such a thing as this Worthy the lov'd Ordella's place the daughter Of a poor gardener? Memb. Your son! Thi. The power To take away that lowness is in me. Brun. Stay yet; for rather than that thou shalt add Incest unto thy other sins, I will, Thi. You denied it, Upon your oath; nor will I now believe you: Your Protean turnings cannot change my purpose! Memb. And for me, be assur'd the means to be Reveng'd on thee, vile hag, admits no thought But what tends to it! Brun. Is it come to that? Then have at the last refuge! Art thou grown Insensible in ill, that thou goest on Without the least compunction? There, take that! To witness that thou hadst a mother, which Foresaw thy cause of grief and sad repentance, That, so soon after, bless'd Ordella's death, Without a tear, thou canst embrace another! Forgetful man! Thi. Mine eyes, when she is nam'd, Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift Is not unuseful now..... Lec. He's past all cure; Thi. This night, I'll keep it; Brun. Is the poison mortal? [Exit Now for our own security! You, Protaldye, [Exeunt. 4 Omnes. We understand you not, captain. The last, and the only quintessence of fifty crowns, Of which happy piece thou shalt be treasurer: Now he that can soonest persuade him to part with it, Enjoys it, possesses it, and, with it, To persuade it, I'll keep it myself. A partial judge in your own cause, you shall. 2 Sold. I'll begin to you: Brave sir, be proud 1 Sold. In any case keep your high stile! It is not charity to shame any man, Much less a virtue of your eminence ; Wherefore preserve your worth, and I'll preserve My money. 3 Sold. You persuade? You are shallow! Give way to merit: Ah, by the bread of God, man, Thou hast a bonny countenance and a blith, Promising mickle good to a siking wemb, That has trod a long and a sore ground to meet With friends, that will owe much to thy reverence, When they shall hear of thy courtesy 1 Sold. You that will use Your friends so hardly to bring them in debt, sir, Will deserve worse of a stranger; wherefore, Pead on, pead on, I say! 4 Sold. It is the Welsh Must do't, I see.-Comrade, man of urship, If she part with her bounties to him, that is a great deal Away from her cousins, and has two big suits in law 1 Sold. And that you are like to want, for aught I perceive yet. Vitry. Stand, deliver! 1 Sold. 'Foot, what mean you? You will not rob the exchequer? Vitry. Do you prate ? 1 Sold. Hold, hold! here, captain! 2 Sold. Why, I could have done this Before you. 3 Sold. And I. 4 Sold. And I. Vitry. You have done this: 'Brave man, be proud to make him happy!' "Comrade, man of urship, St. Tavy be her patron!' Omnes. Why, what would you have us to do, Vitry. Beg, beg, and keep constables waking, Wear out stocks and whipcord, Maunder for butter-milk, die of the jaundice, May you starve, and the fear of the gallows If any come within a furlong of our fingers. Vitry. Then you will not beg again? Stand and deliver! 2 Sold. Hark! here comes handsel: 'Tis a trade quickly set up, and as soon cast down. Vitry. Have goodness in your minds, varlets, and to't Like men: He that has more money than we Cannot be our friend, and I hope there is no law For spoiling the enemy. 3 Sold. You need not Instruct us further; your example pleads enough. Vitry. Disperse yourselves; and as their company is, fall on! 2 Sold. Come, there are a band of 'em! I'll charge single. [Exeunt Soldiers. Enter PROTALDYE. Prot. 'Tis wonderful dark! I have lost my man, And dare not call for him, lest I should have 1 There's company within hearing; if you stay longer, We are surprised, Vitry. Let the devil come, I'll pillage this frigate a little better yet. 2 Sold. 'Foot, we are lost! they are upon us. Vitry. Ha! upon us? Make the least noise, 'tis thy parting gasp! 3 Sold. Which way shall we make, sir? Vitry. Every man his own! Do you hear? only bind me before you go, and when The company's past, make to this place again: If I stay long here without company: Slit my throat. "Heaven be prais'd! I hear some noise; It may be new purchase, and then I shall have fellows. Vitry. They are gone past hearing: Now to task, De Vitry! Help, help, as you are men, help! some charitable hand, Relieve a poor distressed miserable wretch! Thieves, wicked thieves, have robb'd me, bound me. Prot. 'Foot, 'Would they had gag'd you too! your noise will betray us, And fetch them again. Vitry. What blessed tongue spake to me? Where, where are you, sir? Prot. A plague of your bawling throat! We are well enough, if you have the grace To be thankful for't. Do but snore to me, And 'tis as much as I desire, to pass Away time with, 'till morning; then talk As loud as you please. Sir, I am bound not to stir, Wherefore, lie still and snore, I say. Vitry. Then you have met with thieves too, I in them, And therefore desire to hear no more of them. Vitry. Now blessing on your wit, sir! what a dull Slave was I, dream'd not of your conveyance! Prot. Reach me thy hands! Vitry. Here, sir, here; I could beat my brains out, That could not think of boots, Boots, sir, wide-topt boots; I shall love them Prot. Sure, say'st thou? ha, ha, ha! Sold. [Within.] Here, captain, here. Enter Soldiers. Vitry. A trick to boot, say you? Here, you dull slaves, purchase, purchase! The soul of the rock, diamonds, sparkling diamonds! Prot. I'm betray'd, lost, past recovery lost! As you are men Vitry. Nay, rook, since you'll be prating, We'll share your carrion with you. Have you Any other conveyance now, sir? 1 Sold. 'Foot, here are letters, Epistles, familiar epistles: We'll see What treasure is in them. They are seal'd sure. Prot. Gentlemen! As you are gentlemen, spare my letters, and take all Baw. Armies of those we call physicians; About a drench, as many here to blood him ; As may conceive a prayer! after him, An English doctor, with a bunch of pot-herbs, With a few mallow roots and butter-milk! 1 Cour. But your good honour Has a prayer in store, if all should fail ? Baw. I could have pray'd, and handsomely, but age, And an ill memory 3 Cour. Has spoil'd your primmer. Baw. Yet if there be a man of faith i'the court, And can pray for a pension Enter THIERRY on a bed, with Doctors and Attendants. 2 Cour. Here's the king, sir; And those that will pray without pay. 1 Doctor. How does your grace now feel yourself? Thi. What's that? 1 Doctor. Nothing at all, sir, but your fancy. Can ever these eyes more, shut up in slumbers, 2 Doctor. Oh, sir, be patient! Thi. Am I not patient? have I not endur'd More than a mangy dog, among your doses ? Am I not now your patient? Ye can make Unwholsome fools sleep for a guarded footcloth; Whores for a hot sin-offering; yet I must crave, That feed ye, and protect ye, and proclaim ye. Because my power is far above your searching, Are my diseases so? can ye cure none, But those of equal ignorance? Dare ye kill me? 1 Doctor. We do beseech your grace be more reclaim'd! This talk doth but distemper you. Thi. Well, I will die, In spite of all your potions! One of you sleep; Lie down and sleep here, that I may behold What blessed rest it is my eyes are robb'd of! See, he can sleep, sleep any where, sleep now, When he that wakes for him can never slumber! Is't not a dainty ease? 2 Doctor. Your grace shall feel it. Thi. Oh, never, never I! The eyes of Heaven See but their certain motions, and then sleep; The rages of the ocean have their slumbers, And quiet silver calms; each violence Crowns in his end a peace; but my fix'd fires Shall never, never set!-Who's that? The touch of nature in you, tenderness! 'Tis all the soul of woman, all the sweetness: Forget not, I beseech you, what are children, Nor how you have groan'd for them; to what love They are born inheritors, with what care kept; And, as they rise to ripeness, still remember How they imp out your age! and when time calls you, That as an autumn flower you fall, forget not How round about your hearse they hang, like penons! Brun. Holy fool, Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd thee, Enter MARTELL, BRUNHALT, DE VITRY, and Preach not to me of punishments or fears, Mart. No, woman, Soldiers. Mother of mischief, no! the day shall die first, And all that love him, fool, and all live by him. So tame a knave to ask me! Mart. Hope of hell, By this fair holy light, and all his wrongs, Nothing but what thou art, bane and bad conscience, 1 'Till this man rest; but for whose reverence, Because, thou art his mother, I would say, Whore, this shall be! Do you nod? I'll waken Is it so, mother? Brun. Yes, it is so, son; And, were it yet again to do, it should be. (For yet I love that reverence, and to death Brun. It was, and by that will Thi. Oh, mother, do not lose your name! forget not Or what I ought to be; but what I am, In all her greatness cross'd, in pleasure blasted! tunes, Suffer'd by blasted virtue to be scatter'd : Thi. Heav'n forgive you! Mart. She tells you true; for millions of her mischiefs Are now apparent: Protaldye we have taken, The bringing-in of Leonor the bastard, Mess. 'Tis like he will be so; for ere we came, Brun. He did like one of mine then! Thi. Must I still see these miseries? no night To hide me from their horrors? That Protaldye See justice fall upon! Brun. Now I could sleep too. Mart. I'll give you yet more poppy: Bring the lady, Enter ORDELLA. And Heav'n in her embraces give him quiet! Madam, unveil yourself. Ord. I do forgive you; And tho' you sought my blood, yet I'll pray fol |