The bloody brother A tragedy. By B.J.F. Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. 1639 Approx. 165 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 38 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A00958 STC 11064 ESTC S102322 99838111 99838111 2470 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A00958) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2470) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 800:06) The bloody brother A tragedy. By B.J.F. Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. 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Bishop , for Thomas Allott , and Iohn Crook , and are to be sold in Pauls Churchyard , at the signe of the Greyhound 1639. The drinking Song , to the second Act. Drink to day and drowne all sorrow , You shall perhaps not doe it to morrow . Best while you have it use your breath , There is no drinking after death . Wine works the heart up , wakes the wi● , There is no cure gainst age but it . It helps the head-ach , cough and tissick , And is for all diseases Physick . Then let us swill boyes for our health , Who drinks well , loves the common wealth . And he that will to bed goe sober , Falls with the leafe still in October . Finis . THE BLOODY BROTHER . Act I. Scene I. Enter Gisbert and Baldwin . THe brothers then are mett ? Gis. They are , sir. Bald. 'T is thought , they may be reconcil'd . Gis. T is rather wish't , for such , whose reason doth direct their thoughts without selfe flattery● dare not hope it , Baldwin . The fires of Love , which the dead Duke beleev'd His equall care of both would have united , Ambition hath divided : and there are Too many on both parts , that know they cannot Or rise to wealth or honour , their maine ends , Unlesse the tempest of the Princes fury Make troubled seas , and those seas yeeld fit billowes In their bad arts to give way to a calme , Which yeilding rest and good , prove their ruine , And in the shipwrack of their hopes and fortunes , The Dukedome might be sav'd , had it but ten That stood affected to the generall good , With that confirm'd zeale which brave Aubrey does . Gis. Hee is indeed the perfect character Of a good man , and so his actions speak him . Bald. But did you observe the many doubts , and c●ution● The brothers stood upon before they mett ? Gis. I did ; and yet , that ever brother should Stand on more nice termes , than sworn enemies After a warre proclaim'd , would with a stranger Wrong the reporters credit ; they saluted At distance ; and so strong was the suspition Each had of other , that before they durst Embrace , they were by sev'rall servants searcht , As doubting conceal'd weapons , antidotes Tane openly by both , fearing the roome Appoynted for the enter-view was poyson'd , The chaires , and cushions , with like care survay'd ; And in a word in every circumstance So jealous on both parts , that it is more Than to be fear'd , Concord can never joyne Minds so divided . Bald. Yet our best endeavours Should not bee wanting , Gisbert . Gis. Neither shall they . Ent. Grandpree and Verdon But what are these ? Bald. They are without my knowledge ; But by their Manners , and Behaviours , They should expresse themselves . Grand . Since wee serve Rol●o The Elder brother , we●le be Rollians , Who will maintaine us , l●ds , as brave as Romans ; You stand for him ? Ver. I doe . Gra●d . Why , then observe How much the businesse , your so long'd for businesse , By men that are nam'd from their swords concernes you . Lechery , our common freind , so long kept under , With whips , and beating fatall hemps , shall rise , And bawdery , in a French-hood plead , before her Virginity shall be catted . Ver. Excellent ! Grand . And Hell but grant , the quarrell that 's between The Princes may continue , and the businesse That 's of the sword , t' outlast three suits in Law , And we will make Atturnies lansprisadoes , And our brave gown-men practisers of back-sword ; The pewter of all Serjeants maces shall Be melted , and turn'd into common flaggons , In which it shall be lawfull to carouse To their most lowsie fortunes . Bald. Here 's a Statesman . Grand . A creditor shall not● dare , but by petition , To make demand of any dept ; and that Only once every leap-yeere , in which , if The debtor may be won for a French crowne To pay a Saulz , hee shall be registred His benefactor . Ver. The Chancellor heares you . Grand . Feare not , I now dare speak as loud as hee , And will be heard , and have all I speak , Law ; Have you no eyes ? there is a reverence due , From children of the Gown , to men of Action : How 's this ? Grand . Even so ; the times , the times are chang'd All businesse is not now preferrd in parchment , Nor shall a grant passe that wants this broad seale ; This seale d' ye see ? your gravity once layd My head and heeles together in the dungeon , For cracking a scall'd officers crowne , for which A time is come for vengeance , and expect it ; For know , you have not full three houres to live . Gis. Yes , somewhat longer . Gran. To what end ? Gis. To hang you ; think on that Ruffian . Gran. For you , schoolemaster , You have a pretty daughter ; let me see , Neere three a clock , ( by which time I much feare , I shall be●yrd with kil●ing some five hundred ) Provide a bath , and her to entertaine me , And that shall be your ransome . Bald. Impudent Rascall . Enter to them Trevi●e and Duprete . Gis. More of the crew . Gran. What are you ? Rollians ? Tre. No ; this for Rollo , and all such as serve him ; We stand for Otto . Gran. You seeme men of fashion , And therefore I 'le deale fairely , you shall have The honour this day to be chronicled The first men kild by Grandpree ; you see this sword● A pretty foolish toy , my valour's servant , And I may boldly say a gentleman , It having made when it was Charlemaignes , Three thousand knights ; this sir , shall cut your throat , And doe you all faire service else . Tre. I kisse your hands for the good offer ; here 's another too , the servant of your servant● shall be proud to be scour'd in your sweet gutts ; till when pray you command me . Gran. Your Idolater , ●ir . Exeunt : manent Gisb. & Bald. Gis. That e're such should hold the names of men , Or Justice be held cruelty , when it labours To pluck such weeds up ! Bald. Yet they are protected , and by the great ones . Gis. Not the good ones , Baldwin . Enter to them Aubrey . Aub. Is this a time to be spent thus by such As are the principall ministers of the State ? When they that are the h●ads , have filld the Court With factions , a weake woman only left To s●ay their bloody hands ? can her weake armes Alone divert the dangers ready now ●o fall upon the Common-wealth , and bury The honours of it , leaving not the name Of what it was . Oh Gisbert , the faire trialls And frequent proofs which our late master made , Both of your love and faith , gave him assurance , To chuse you at his death a Guardian ; nay , A father to his sons ; and that great trust How ill doe you discharge ? I must be plaine , That , at the best , y' are a sad looker on Of those bad practices you should prevent● And where 's the use of your Philosophy In this so needfull a time ? be not secure ; For , Baldwin , be assur'd , since that the Princes When they were young , and apt for any forme , Were given to your instruction , and grave ordering ; 'T will be expected that they should be good , Or their bad manners will b' imputed yours . Bald. 'T was not in one , my Lord , to alter nature , Gis. Nor can my counsells work on them that will ●o . Vouchsafe me hearing . Aub. Doe these answers sort , Or with your place , or persons , or your yeeres ; Can Gi●bert being the pillar of the Lawes , See them trod under foot , or forc'd to serve The Princes unjust ends ; and with a frowne Be silenc'd from exclaiming on th' abuse ; Or Baldwin only weep the desp'rate madnesse Of his seduced pupills ? see their minds , Which with good artes he labour'd to build up Examples of succeeding Times , o'returnd By undermining parasites ; no one precept Leading to any Arte , or great , or good , But is forc'd from their memory , in whose roome Black councells are receiv'd , and their retirements , And secret conference producing only Dev'lish designes , a man would shame to father ; But I talk when I should doe , and chide others For that I now offend in : See 't confirm'd , Now doe , or never speak more . Gis. We are yours . Enter Rollo , Latorch , Trevile , Grandpree , Otto , Verdon , and Duprete . Rol. You shall know whom I am . Ot. I doe , my equall . Rol. Thy Prince● give way , — were we alone , I 'de force thee , In thy best blood , to write thy selfe my subject , And glad I would receive it . Aub. Sir. Gis. Deare Lord. Ot. Thy subject ? Rol. Yes , nor shall tame patience hold me A minute longer , only halfe my selfe ; My birth gave me this Dukedome , and my sword Shall change it to the common grave of all That tread upon her bosome , ere I part with A peece of earth , or title that is mine . Ot. It needs not , and I would scorne to receive , Though offerd , what I want not : therefore know From me , though not deliver'd in great words , Eyes red with rage , poore pride , and threatned action : Our father at his death , then , when no accent , Wer 't thou a son , could fall from him in vaine , Made us Coheires● our part of Land and Honours Of equall waight ; and to see this confirm'd , The oaths of these are yet upon record , Who though they should forsake me , and call downe The plagues of perjury on their sinfull heads , I would not leave my selfe . Tre. Nor will we see the Will of the dead Duke infring'd . Lat. Nor I the elder rob'd of what 's his right . Grand . Nor you ? Let me take place , I say , I will not see 't ; My sword is sharpest . Aub. Peace you tinder-boxes , That only carry matter to make a flame Which will consume you . Rol. You are troublesome , To Baldwi● ● This is no time for arguments , my Title Needs not your schoole-defences , but my sword , With which the Gordian of your Sophistry Being cut , shall shew th' Imposture . For your laws , To Gisbert . It is in me to change them when I please , I being above them ; Gisbert would you have me protect them● Let them now stretch their extreamest rigour , And seize upon that traytour ; and your tongue Make him appeare first dangerous , then odious ; And after , under the pretence of safety , For the sick State , the Lands and Peoples quiet , Cut off his head : and I 'le give up my sword , And fight with them at a more certain weapon To kill , and with authoritie . Gis. Sir , I grant the Laws are usefull weapons , but found ou● T' assure the Innocent , not to oppresse . Rol. Then you conclude him Innocent ? Gis. The Power your father gave him , must not prove a Crime , Aub. Nor should you so receive it . Bald. To which purpose , All that dare challenge any part in goodnesse , Will become suppliants to you . Rol. They have none That dare move me in this ; hence , I defie you , Be of his party , bring it to your lawes , And thou thy double heart , thou popular foole , Your morall rules of Justice and her ballance ; I stand on mine owne guard . Ot. Which thy injustice Will make thy enemies ; by the memory Of him , whose better part now suffers for thee , Whose reverend ashes with an impious hand Thou throw'st out to contempt , in thy repining At his so Just decree ; thou art unworthy Of what his last Will , not thy merits , gave thee , That art so swoln● within , with all those mischiefes That e're made up a Tyrant , that thy brest , The prison of thy purposes , cannot hold them , But that they break forth , and in thy ow●e words Discover , what a monster they must serve That shall acknowledge thee . Rol. Thou shalt not live to be so happy . Aub. Nor your miseries begin in murther , Duty , allegeance , and all respects of what you are , forsake me : Doe you stare on ? is this a Theater ? Or shall these kill themselves , like to mad fencers , To make you sport ? keep them asunder , or By heaven I 'le charge on all . Grand . Keep the peace . I am for you , my lord , and if you 'le have mee , I 'le act the Constables part . Aub. Live I to see this ? Will you doe that your enemies dare not wish , And cherish in your selves those furies , which Hell would cast out ? Doe , I am ready● kill mee , And these , that would fall willing sacrifices To any power that would re●tore your reason , And make you men againe , which now you are not● Rol. These are your bucklers boy . Ot. My hinderances ; And were I not confirm'd , my Justice in The taking of thy life , could not weigh downe The wrong , in shedding the least drop of blood Of these whose goodnesse only now protects thee , Thou should'st feele I in act would prove my selfe What thou in words do'st labour to appeare . Rol. Heare this , and talke againe ? I 'le break through all● But I will reach thy heart . Ot. 'T is bettes guarded . Enter Sophia . Soph. Make way , or I will force it , who are those● My sonnes ? my shames ; turne all your swords on mee , And make this wretched body but one wound , So this unnaturall quarrell find a grave In the unhappy wombe that brought you forth : Dare you remember that you had a mother , Or look on these gray haires , made so with teares , For both your goods , and not with age ; an● yet Stand doubtfull to obey her ? from mee you had Life , nerves , and faculties , to use these weapons ; And dare you raise them against her , to whom You owe the meanes of being what you are ? Ot. All peace is meant to you . Soph. Why is this warre , then ? As if your armes could be advanc'd , and I Not set upon the rack ? your blood is mine , Your dangers mine , your goodnesse I should share in● I must be branded with those impious markes You stamp on your own foreheads and on mine , If you goe on thus : for my good name therefore , Though all respects of honour in your selves , Bee in your fury choackt , throw down your swords ; Your duty should beswifter than my tongue ; And joyne your hands while they be innocent ; You have heate of blood , and youth apt to Ambition , To plead an easie pardon for what 's past : But all the ills beyond this houre committed , From gods or men must hope for no excuse , Gis. Can you heare this unmov'd , No syllable of this so pious charme , but should have powe● To frustrate all the juggling deceits , With which the divell blinds you . Ot. I begin to melt , I know not how . Rol. Mother , I 'le leave you ; And sir , be thankfull for the time you live , Till wee meeet next ( which shall bee soon and sudden ) To her perswasion for you . Soph. O yet , stay , And rather than part thus , vouchsafe mee hearing As enemies ; how is my soule divided ? My love to both , is equall , as my wishes ; But are return'd by neither ; my griev'd heart , Hold yer a little longer , and then break . I kneele to both , and will speak so , but this Takes from mee th' authority of a mothers power ; And therefore , like my selfe , Otto , to thee , ( And yet observe , son , how thy mothers teares Outstrip her forward words , to make way for 'em . ) Thou art the yonger , Otto , yet be now The first example of obedience to mee , And grow the elder in my love . Ot. The meanes to be so happy ? Soph. This ; yeeld up thy sword , And let thy piety give thy mother strength To take that from thee which no enemies force Could e're dispoyle thee of : why do'st thou tremble , And with a fearefull eye fixt on thy brother , Observ'st his ready sword , as bent against thee ? I am thy armour , and will be pierc'd through , Ten thousand times , before I will give way To any perill may arrive at thee ; And therefore feare not . Ot. 'T is not for my selfe , But for you , mother ; you are now ingag'd In more that lies in your unquestion'd vertue ; For , since you have disarm'd me of defence , Should I fall now , though by his hand , the world May say it was your practise . Soph. All worlds perish , Before my piety turne treasons parent , Take it againe , and stand upon your guard , And while your brother is , continue arm'd ; And yet , this feare is needlesse , for I know , My Rollo , though hee dares as much as man , So tender of his yet untainted valour , So noble , that he dares doe nothing basely . You doubt him ; he feares you ; I doubt and feare Both ; for others safety , and not mine owne . Know yet , my sons , when of necessity You must deceive , or be deceiv'd ; 't is better To suffer treason , than to act the traytor ; And in a war like this , in which the glory Is his that 's overcome : consider then What 't is for which you strive : is it the dukedome ? Or the command of these so ready subjects ? Desire of wealth ? or whatsoever else Fires your ambition ? This still desp'rate madnesse , To kill the people which you would be lords of ; With fire , and sword , to lay that countrey waste Whose rule you seeke for : to consume the treasures , Which are the sinewes of your government , In cherishing the factions that destroy it : Far , far be this from you : make it not questiond Whether you have intrest in that dukedome , Whose ruine both contend for . Ot. I desire but to enjoy my owne , which I will keep . Rol. And rather than posterity shall have cause To say I ruin'd all , devide the dukedome , I will accept the moytie . Ot. I embrace it . Soph. Devide mee first , or teare mee limbe by limbe , And let them finde as many severall graves As there are villages in Normandy : And 't is lesse sinne than thus to weaken it . To heare it mentiond doth already make mee Envie my dead lord , and almost blaspheme Those powers that heard my prayer for fruitfullnesse , And did not with my first birth close my wombe : To mee alone my second blessing proves My first of misery , for if that heaven Which gave mee Rollo , there had stayd his bounty , And Otto , my deare Otto , ne're had been , Or being , had not been so worth my love , The streame of my affection had runne constant Iu one faire current , all my hopes had been Layd up in one ; and fruitfull Normandy In this division had not lost her gloryes : For as t is now , t is a faire diamond , Which being preserv'd intire , exceeds all value , But cut in peeces ( though these peeces are Set in fine gold by the best work-mans cunning ) Parts with all estimation : So this Dukedome , As 't is yet whole , the neighbouring Kings may covet , But cannot compasse ; which divided , will Become the spoile of every barbarous foe That will invade it . Gis. How this works in both ! Bal. Prince Rollos eyes have lost their fire . Gis. And anger , that but now wholly possessed Good Otto , hath given place to pitie . Aub. End not thus Madam , but perfect what 's so well begun . Soph. I see in both , faire signes of reconcilement , Make ●hem sure proofes they are so : the Fates offer To your free choyce , either to live Examples Of pietie , or wickednesse : if the later Blinds so your understanding , that you cannot Pierce through her painted out-side , and discover That she is all deformity within , Boldly transcend all presidents of mischiefe , And let the last , and the worst end of tyrannies , The murther of a mother , but begin The staine of blood you after are to heighten : But if that vertue , and her sure rewards , Can win you to accept her for your guide , To lead you up to heaven , and there fix you The fairest Starres in the bright Spheare of Honour ; Make me the parent of an hundred sonnes , All brought into the world with joy , not sorrow , And every one a father to his countrey , In being now made mother of your concord . Rol. Such , and so good , loud fame for ever speake you . Bal. I , now they meet like Brothers . The Brothers cast away their swords and embrace . Gis. My hearts joy flows through my eyes . Aub. May never womans tongue Hereafter be accus'd , for this ones Goodnesse . Ot. If we contend , from this houre , it shall be How to orecome in brotherly affection . Rol. Otto is Rollo now , and Rollo , Otto , Or as they have one mind , rather one name : From this attonement let our lives begin , Be all the rest forgotten . Aub. Spoke like Rollo . Soph. And to the honour of this reconcilement , Wee all this night will at a publick Feast With choice wines drowne our late feares , and with musick Welcome our comforts . Bald. Sure and certaine ones . Exeunt . Manent Grandpree , Verdon , Trevile , and Duprete . Gran. Did ever such a hopefull businesse end t●us ? Ver. T is fatall to us all , and yet you Grandpree , Have the least cause to feare . Gran. Why ; what 's my hope ? Ver. The certainty that you have to be hang'd● You know the Chancellours promise . Gran. Plague upon you . Ver. What think you of a Bath and a Lords daughter To entertaine you ? Gran. Those desires are off . Frayle thoughts , all friends , no Rollians now , nor Ottoes● The sev'rall court●sies of our swords and servants Deferre to after consequence ; let 's make use Of this nights freedome , a short Parlament to us , In which it will be lawfull to walk freely . Nay , to our drink we shall have meat too , that 's No usuall businesse to the men o'th'sword . Drink deep with me to night , we shall to morrow Or whip , or hang the merryer . Tre. Lead the way then . Exeunt . Act II. Scene I. Enter La●orch and Rollo . VVHy should this trouble you ? Rol. It does , and must doe till I find ease . Lat. Consider then , and quickly ; And like a wise man , take the current with you , Which once turn'd head , will sinke you ; blest occasion Offers her selfe in thousand safeties to you ; Time standing still to point you out your purpose , And resolution ( the true child of Vertue ) Readie to execute : what dull cold weaknesse Has crept into your bosome , whose meere thoughts Like tempests , plowing up the sayling Forrests , Even with their swing were wont to shake downe hazards . What is 't , your mothers teares ? Rol. Pry thee be patient . Lat. Her hands held up ? her prayers , or her curses ? Oh power of paper dropt through by a woman ! Take heed the ●ouldiers see it not ; 't is miserable , In Rollo below miserable ; take heed your friends , The sinewes of your cause , the strength you stirre by , Take heed , I say , they find it not : take heed Your owne repentance ( like a passing-bell ) Too late , and too loud , tell the world y' are perisht : What noble spirit , eager of advancement , Whose imployment is his plough ; what sword whose sharpnesse Waits but the arme to weild it ; or what hope , After the world has blowne abroad this weaknesse , Will move againe , or make a wish for Rollo ? Rol. Are we not friends againe by each oath ratified , Our tongues the Heralds to our hearts ? Lat. Poore hearts then . Rol. Our worthier friends . Lat. No friends sir , to your hono●r ; Friends to your fall : where is your understanding , The noble vessell that your full soule sayld in , Ribb'd round with honours ; where is that ? 't is ruind , The tempest of a womans sighs has sunk it . Friendship , take heed sir , is a smiling harlot That when shee kisses , kills , a soderd friendship Peec'd out with promises ; O painted ruine ! Rol. Latorch , he is my brother . Lat. The more doubted ; For hatred hatcht at home is a tame Tiger , May fawne and sport but never leaves his nature ; The jarres of brothers , two such mighty ones , Is like a small stone throwne into a river , The breach scarce heard , but view the beaten current , And you shall see a thousand angry rings Rise in his face , still swelling and still growing ; So jarres circling distrusts , distrusts breed dangers , And dangers death , the greatest extreme shadow , Till nothing bound 'hem but the shoare their graves ; There is no manly wisedome , nor no safety In leaning to this league , this peec'd patch friendship ; This reard up reconcilement on a billow , Which as it tumbles , totters downe your fortune ; I st not your owne you reach at ? Law and Nature Ushering the way before you ; is not hee Borne and bequeathd your subject ? Rol. Ha. Lat. What foole would give a storme leave to disturb his peace● When he may shut the casement ? can that man Has woon so much upon your pity , And drawne so high , that like an ominous Comet , He darkens all your light ; can this toucht Lyon ( Though now he licks and locks up his fell pawes , Craftily huming , like a catt to cozen you ) But when ambition whetts him , and time fitts him , Leape to his prey , and seizd once , suck your heart out ? Doe you make it conscience ? Rol. Conscience Latorch , what 's that ? Lat. A feare they tye up fooles in , Natures coward , Pauling the blood , and chilling the full spirit With apprehension of meere clouds and shadowes . Rol. I know no conscience , nor I feare no shadowes . Lat. Or if you did ; if there were conscience , If the free soule could suffer such a curbe To the fiery mind , such puddles to put it out ; Must it needs like a rank Vine , run up rudely , And twine about the top of all our happinesse Honour and rule , and there sit shaking of us ? Rol. It shall not , nor it must not ; I am satisfied , And once more am my selfe againe : My mothers teares and womanish cold prayers , Farewell , I have forgot you ; if there be conscience , Let it not come betwixt a crowne and me , Which is my hope of blisse , and I beleeve it : Otto , our friendship thus I blow to ayre , A buble for a boy to play withall ; And all the vowes my weaknesse made , like this , Like this poore heartlesse rush , I rend in peeces : Lat. Now you goe right , sir , now your eyes are open . Rol. My fathers last petition 's dead as he is , And all the promises I closd his eyes with , In the same grave I bury . Lat. Now y' are a man , sir. Rol. Otto , thou shewst my winding sheet before me , Which ere I put it on , like heavens blest fire In my descent I le make it blush in blood ; A Crowne , A Crowne , Oh sacred Rule , now fire mee ; Nor shall the pitty of thy youth , false brother , Although a thousand Virgins kneele before mee , And every droping eye a court of mercy , The same blood with me , nor the reverence Due to my mothers blest womb that bred us , Redeeme thee from my doubts : thou art a wolfe here , Fed with my feares , and I must cut thee from me : A Crowne , A Crowne ; Oh sacred Rule , now fire me : No safety else . Lat. But be not too much stird , Sir , nor to high In your execution : swallowing waters Run deep and silent , till they are satisfied , And smile in thousand Curles , to guild their craft ; Let your sword sleep , and let my two edgd witt work This happy feast , the full joy of your friendships Shall be his last . Rol. How my Latorch ? Lat. Why thus , sir ; I le presently go dive into the Officers That minister at Table● gold and goodnesse , With promise upon promise , and time necessary , I le poure into them . Rol. Canst thou doe it neatly ? Lat. Let me alone , and such a bait it shall be , Shall take off all suspicion . Rol. Goe , and prosper . Lat. Walk in then , and your smoothest face put on sir. Exeunt . Act II. Scene II. Enter the Master Cook , Butler , Pantler , Yeoman of the Cellar , with a Iack of Beere and a Dish . Coo. A Hot day , a hot day , vengeance hot day boyes● Give me some drink , this fire 's a plaguy fretter● Body of me , I 'm dry still ; give me the Iack boy ; This woodden Skiffe holds nothing . Pant. And faith master , what brave new meats ? for here will be old eating . Coo. Old and young , boy , let 'em all eat , I have it ; I have ballasse for their bellies , if they eate a gods name , Let them have ten tire of teeth a peice , I care not ; But. But what new rare munition ? Coo. Pish , a thousand ; I le make you piggs speake French at table , and a fat swan Come sayling out of England with a challenge ; I le make you a dish of calves-feet dance the Canaries , And a consort of cramm'd capons fiddle to 'hem ; A calves head speak an Oracle , and a dozen of Larks Rise from the dish , and sing all supper time ; T is nothing boyes : I have framed a fortification Out of Rye paste , which is impregnable , And against that , for two long houres together , Two dozen of marrow-bones shall play continually : For fish , I le make you a standing lake of white broth , And pikes come ploughing up the plums before them ; Arion , like a Dolphin , playing Lachrymae , And brave king Herring with his oyle and onyon Crownd with a Limon pill , his way prepard With his strong Guard of Pilchers . Pant. I marry master . Coo. All these are nothing : I le make you a stubble Goose Turne o' th' toe thrice , doe a crosse point presently , And sit downe agen , and cry come eat me : These are for mirth . Now sir , for matter of mourning , I le bring you in the Lady Loyne of Veale , With the long love she bore the Prince of Orenge . All. Thou boy , thou . Coo. I have a trick for thee too , And a rare trick , and I have done it for thee . Yeo. What 's that good master ? Coo. 'T is a sacrifice . A full Vine bending , like an Arch , and under The blowne god Bacchus , sitting on a Hogshead , His Altar Beere : before that , a plumpe Vintner Kneeling , and offring incense to his deitie , Which shall be only this , red Sprats and Pilchers . But. This when the Table 's drawne , to draw the Wine on . Coo. Thou hast it right , and then comes thy Song , Butler . Pant. This will be admirable . Yeo. Oh sir , most admirable . Coo. If you le have the pasty speak , 't is in my power , I have fire enough to work it ; come , stand close , And now rehearse the Song , We may be perfect , The drinking Song , and say I were the Brothers . They sing . Well have you borne your selves ; a red Deare Pye , Boyes , And that no leane one , I bequeath your vertues ; What friends hast thou to day ? no citizens ? Pant. Yes father , the old Crew . Coo. By the masse true wenches : Sirra , set by a chine of Beefe , and a hot Pasty , And let the Joll of Sturgeon be corrected : And doe you marke sir , stalke me to a Pheasant , And see if you can shoot her in the Sellar . Pant. God a mercy Lad , send me thy roaring bottles , And with such Nectar I will see 'em filld● That all thou speak'st shall be pure Helicon . Enter Latorche . Monsieur Latorche ? what newes with him ? Save you . Lat. Save you Master , save you gentlemen , You are casting for this preparation ; This joyfull supper for the royall Brothers : I 'm glad I have met you fitly , for to your charge My bountifull brave Butler , I must deliver A Bevie of young Lasses , that must looke on This nights solemnity , and see the two Dukes , Or I shall lose my credit ; you have Stowage ? But. For such freight I le find roome , and be your servant . Coo. Bring them , they shal not starve here I le send 'em victuals Shall work you a good turne , though 't be tend a yes hence , sir. Lat. God-a-mercy noble Master . Coo. Nay , I le do 't . Yeo. And wine they shal not want , let 'em drink like Ducks . Lat. What misery it is that minds so royall , And such most honest bounties , as yours are , Should be confind thus to uncertainties . But. I , were the State once setled , then we had places . Yeo. Then we could shew our selves , and help our friends , sir. Coo. I , then there were some savour in 't , where now We live between two stooles , every houre ready To tumble on our noses ; and for ought we know yet , For all this Supper , ready to fa●t the next day . Lat. I would faine speak unto you out of pitie , Out of the love I beare you , out of honesty , For your owne goods ; nay , for the generall blessing . Coo. And we would as faine heare you , pray goe forward . Lat Dare you but think to make your selves up certainties Your places , and your credits ten times doubled , The Princes favour , Rollos . But. A sweet Gentleman . Yeo. I , and as bountious , if he had his right too . Coo. By the masse , a Royall gentleman , indeed Boyes , He`de make the chinmeyes smoake . Lat. He would do`t friends , And you too , if he had his right , true Courtiers ; What could you want then ? dare you ? Coo. Pray you be short sir. Lat. And this my soule upon 't , I dare assure you , If you but dare your parts . Coo. Dare not mee Monsieur : For I that feare nor fire , nor water , sir , Dare doe enough , a man would think . Yeo. Beleev 't , sir , But make this good upon us you have promis'd , You shall not find us flinchers . Lat. Then I le be sudden . Pant. What may this mean ? and whither would he drive us ? Lat. And first , for what you must doe , because all danger Shall be apparantly ty'd up and mussell'd , The matter seeming mighty : there 's your pardons . Pant. Pardons ? I' st come to that , gods defend us . Lat. And here 's five hundred Crownes in bountious earnest , And now behold the matter . But. What are these , sir ? Yeo. And of what nature ? to what use ? Lat. I imagine . Coo. Will they kill Rats ? they eat my pyes abominably● Or work upon a woman cold as Christmas : I have an old Jade sticks upon my fingers , May I taste them ? Lat. Is your will made ? And have you said your prayers ? for they le pay you : And now to come up to you , for your knowledge , And for the good you never shall repent you If you be wisemen now . Coo. Wise as you will , sir. Lat. These must be put then into the severall meats Young Otto loves , by you into his wine , sir , Into his bread by you , Into his linnen . Now if you desire , you have found the meanes To make you , and if you dare not , you have Found your ruine ; resolve me ere you goe . But. You le keepe your faith with us . Lat. May I no more see light else Coo. Why t is done then ? But. T is done . Pant. T is done which shall be undone . Lat. About it then , farewell , y' are all of one mind . Coo. All ? All : All : All. Lat , Why then all happie . Exit . But. What did wee promise him ? Yeo. Doe you aske that now ? But. I would be glad to know what ' t is . Pan. I le tell you . It is to be all villanes , knaves , and traytors . Coo. Fine wholsome titles . Pan. But if you dare , goe forward . Co● . Wee may be hang'd , drawne , and quarter'd . Pan. Very true , sir. Coo. What a goodly swing I shall give the gallowes ? yet I think too , this may be done , and yet wee may be rewarded , not with a rope , but with a royall master : and yet wee may be hang'd too . Yeo. Say it were done ; who is it done for ? is it not for Rollo ? And for his right ? Coo. And yet we may be hang'd too . But. Or say he take it , say wee be discover'd ? Is not the fame man bound to still protect us ? Are we not his ? But. Sure , he will never fayle us . Coo. If he doe , friends , we shall finde that will hold us ; And yet me thinks , this prologue to our purpose , These crownes should promise more : t is easily done , As easie as a man would roast an egge , If that be all ; for look you , gentlemen , Here stand my broths , my finger slips a little , Downe drops a dose , I stir him with my ladle , And there 's a dish for a Duke : ●lla Podrid● . Here stands a bak'd meat , he wan●● a little seasoning , A foolish mistake ; my Spice-box , gentlemen , And put in some of this , the matter ● ended ; Dredge you a dish of plovers , there 's the Art on 't . Yeo. Or as I fill my wine . Coo. T is very true , sir. Bl●ssing it with your hand , thus quick and neatly first , t is past And done once , t is as easie For him to thank us for it , and reward us . Pan. But t is a● damnd sinne . Coo. O , never feare that . The fire 's my play-fellow , and now I am resolvd , boyes . But. Why then , have with you . Yeo. The same for mee . Pan. For mee too . Coo. And now no more our worships , but our lordships . Pan. Not this yeere , on my knowledge , I le unlord you . Exeunt . Act II. Scene III. Enter Servant , and Sewer . PErfume the roome round , and prepare the table , Gentlemen officers , wait in your places . Sew . Make roome there , Roome for the Dukes meate . Gentlemen , be bare there , Cleere all the entrance : Guard , put by those gapers , And gentlemen-ushers , see the gallery cleere , The Dukes are comming on . Hoboys a banquet . Enter Sophia , between Rollo and Otto , Aubrey , Latorche , Gisbert , Baldwin , Attendants , Hamond , Matilda , Edith . Ser. T is certainly informd . Ot● Reward the fellow , and looke you mainly to it . Ser. My life for yours , sir. Soph. Now am I straight● my lords , and young agen , My long since blasted hopes shoot out in blossomes , The fruits of everlasting love appearing ; Oh! my blest boyes , the honour of my yeares , Of all my cares , the bounteous faire rewarders . Oh! let me thus imbrace you , thus for ever Within a mothers love lock up your friendships : And my sweet sons , once more with mutuall twinings , As one chast bed begot you , make one body : Blessings from heaven in thousand showres fall on you : Aub. Oh! womans goodnesse never to be equall'd , May rhe most sinfull creatures of thy sex But kneeling at thy monument , rise saints . Soph. Sit downe my worthy sons ; my lords . your places . I , now mee thinks ( the table 's nobly furnish ; Now the meat nourishes ; the wine gives spirit ; And all the roome stuck with a generall pleasure , Shewes like the peacefull bowes of happinesse . Aub. Long may it last , and from a heart fill'd with it , Full as my cup : I give it round , my lords . Bald. And may that stubborn heart be drunk with sorrow Refuses it ; men dying now , should take it ; Shake off their miseries , and sleep in peace . Rol. You are sad , my noble brother . Ot. No , indeed , sir. Roph. No sadnesse my son this day . Rol. Pray you eate . Something is here you have lov'd ; taste of this dish It will prepare your stomack . Ot. Thank you brother : I am not now dispos'd to eate . Rol. Or that . You put us out of heart man , come , these bak't meats Were ever your best dyet . Ot. None , I thank you . Soph. Are you well , noble childe ? Ot. Yes , gratious mother . Rol. Give him a cup of wine , then , pledge the health , drink it to mee , I le give it to my mother . Soph. Doe , my best ehilde . Ot. I must not , my best mother , Indeed I dare not : for of late , my body Has been much weakned by excesse of dyet ; The promise of a feaver hanging on mee . And even now ready , if not by abstinence Rol. And will you keep it in this generall freedome ; A little health preferrd before our friendship . Ot. I pray you excuse mee , sir. Rol. Excuse your selfe sir , Come t is your feare , and not your favour brother , And you have done me a most worthy kindnesse My Royall mother , and you noble Lords ; Here , for it now concernes me to speake boldly ; What faith can be expected from his vowes , From his dissembling smiles , what fruite of friendship From all his dull embraces , what blest issue , When he shall brand me here for base suspition , He takes me for a poysoner . Sop. Gods defend it sonne . Rol. For a foule knave , a villaine , and so feares me . Ot. I could say something too . Sop. You must not so sir , Without your great forgetfulnesse of vertue ; This is your brother , and your honour'd brother . Rol. If he please so . ●●p . One noble father , with as noble thoughts , ●●got your mindes and bodies : one care rockt you● ●nd one truth to you both was ever sacred ; Now fye my Otto , whither flyes your goodnesse , Because the right hand has the power of cutting , Shall the left presently cry out t is maymed ? They are one my childe , one power , and one performance , And joyn'd together thus , one love , one body . Aub. I doe beseech your grace , take to your thoughts More certaine counsellors than doubts or feares , They strangle nature , and disperse themselves ( If once beleev'd ) into such fogges and errours That the bright truth her selfe can never se●er : Your brother is a royall gentleman Full of himselfe , honour , and honesty , And take heede sir , how nature bent to goodnesse , ( So streight a Cedar to himselfe ) uprightnesse Be wrested from his true use , prove not dangerous Rol. Nay my good brother knownes I am too patient . Lat. Why should your Grace thinke him a poysoner Has hē no more respect to piety ! And but he has by oath ty'de up his fury Who durst but thinke that thought . Aub. Away thou firebrand . Lat. If men of his sort , of his power , and place The eldest sonne in honour to this Dukedome . Bald. For shame containe thy tongue , thy poysonous tongue That with her burning venome will infect all , And once more blow a wilde fire through the dukedome . Gis. Latorche , if thou be'st honest , or a man , Containe thy selfe . Aub. Goe too , no more , by heaven You le finde y'have playd the foole else , not a word more . Sop. Prithee sweete sonne . Rol. Let him alone sweete mother , and my Lords To make you understand how much I honour This sacred peace , and next my innocence And to avoyd all further difference Discourse may draw on to a way of danger I quit my place , and take my leave for this night , Wishing a generall joy may dwell among you . Aub. Shall we waite on your grace ? Rol. I dare not breake you , Latorche . Exit . Rollo and Latorch● . Ot. Oh mother that your tendernesse had eyes , Discerning eyes , what would this man appeare then , The tale of Synon when he tooke upon him To ruine Troy ; with what a cloud of cunning He hid his heart , nothing appearing outwards , But came like innocence , and dropping pitty , Sighes that would sinke a Navie , and had tales Able to take the eares of Saints , beleefe too , And what did all these ? blew the fire to Illium , Hi● crafty art ( but more refin'd by study ) My brother has put on : oh I could tell you But for the reverence I beare to nature , Things that would make your honest blood runne backward . Sop. You dare tell me ? Ot. Yes , in your private closet Where I will presently attend you ; rise I am a little troubled , but 't will off . Sop. Is this the joy I look'd for ? Ot. All will mend , Be not disturb'd deare mother , I le not faile you . Exit . Sop. and Otto . Bald. I doe not like this . Aub. That is still in our powers , But how to make it so that we may like it . Bald. Beyond us ever ; Latorche me thought was bu●ie , That fellow , if not lookt to narrowly will doe a suddaine mischiefe . Aub. Hell looke to him , For if there may be a devill above all , yet that rogue will make him ; keepe you up this night , And so will I , for much I feare a danger . Bald. I will , and in my watches use my prayers . Exeunt . Act. 3. Scaene . I. Enter Sophia , Otto , Matillda , Edith . Ot. You wonder Madam , that for all the shewes My brother Rollo makes of hearty love And free possession of the Dukedome twixt us ; I notwithstanding should stand still suspiscious , As if beneath those veyles , he did convey Intents and practises of hate , and treason ? Sop. It breeds indeed my wonder . Ot. Which makes mine , Since it is so safe and broad a beaten way , Beneath the name of friendship to betray . Sop. Though in remote and further of affections , These falsehoods are so common , yet in him They cannot so force nature ; Ot. The more neere The bands of truth bind , the more oft they sever , Be●ng better cloakes to cover falshood over . Sop. It cannot be , that fruites the tree so blasting Can grow in nature ; take heede gentle sonne Least some subbornd suggester of these treasons , Beleiv'd in him by you , provok'd the rather His tender envies , to such foule atempts ; Or that your too much love to rule alone Breed not in him this Iealous pas●ion ; Th●re is not any ill we might not beare Were not our good held at a price too deare ? Ot. So apt is treachery to be excused , That innocence is still aloud abused , The fate of vertue even her friends perverts , To plead for vice oft times against their hearts , Heavens blessing is her curse , which she must beare That she may never love . Sop. Alas , my sonne , nor fate , nor heaven it selfe , Can or would wrest my whole care of your good To any least securenesse in your ill : What I urge issues from my curious feare ; Least you should make your meanes to scape your snare , Doubt of sincerenesse is the onely meane Not to insence it , but corrupt it cleane . Ot. I rest as farre from wrong of sincerenesse , As he flyes from the practice , trust me Madam , I know by their confessions , he subborn'd , What I should eate , drinke , touch , or onely have scented , This evening feast was poysoned , but I feare This open violence more , that treacherous oddes Which he in his insa●iate thirst of rule Is like to excute . Sop. Beleeve it Sonne● If still his stomacke be so foule to feede On such grosse objects , and that thirst to rule The state alone be yet unquench'd in him , Poysons and such close treasons aske more time Than can suffice his fiery spirits hast : And were there in him such desire to hide So false a practise , there would likewise rest Conscience and feare in him'of open force , And therefore close nor open you need feare . Mat. Good Madam , stand not so inclin'd to trust What proves his tendrest thoughts to doubt it just , Who knowes not the unbounded flood and sea , In which my brother Rolloes appetites Alter and rage with every puffe and breath , His swelling blood exhales , and therefore heare , What gives my temperate bro●her cause to use His readiest circumspection , and consult For remedy against all his wicked purposes ; If he arme , arme , if he strew mines of treason , Meete him with countermines , it is justice st●ll ( For goodnesse sake ) t' encounter ill with ill . Sop. Avert from us such jnstice , equall heaven , And all such cause of justice . Ot. Past all doubt ( For all the sacred priviledge of night ) This is no time for us to sleepe or rest in ; Who knowes not all things holy are prevented With ends of all impietie , all but Lust , gaine , ambition . Enter Rollo armed , and Latorche . Rol. Perish all the world Ere I but loose one foote of possible Empire , Be slights and colour us'd by slaves and wretches I am exempt by birth from both these curbes , And since above them in all justice , since I sit above in power , where power is given , Is all the right suppos'd of earth and heaven . Lat. Prove both sir , see the traytor . Ot. He comes armed , see Mother , now your c●nfidence . Sop. What rage affects this monster ? Roll. Give me way or perish . Sop. Make thy way viper , if thou thus affect it . Ot. This is a treason like thee . Roll. Let her goe . Sop. Embrace me , weare me as thy shield , my sonne ; And through my breast let his rude weapon runne , To thy lives innoscence . Ot. Play not two parts , Treacher and coward both ; but yeeld a sword , And let thy arming thee be oddes enough Against my naked bosome . Roll. Loose his hold . Mat. Forbeare base murtherer . Roll. Forsake our mother . Sop. Mother , dost thou name me , and put'st off nature thus ? Roll. Forsake her traytour . Or by the spouse of nature through hers , This leads unto thy heart . Ot. Hold. Sop. Hold me still . Ot. For twenty hearts and lives I will not hazard One drop of blood in yours . Sop. Oh thou art lost then . Ot. Protect my innocence , heaven . Sop. Call out murther . Mat. Be murthered all , but save him . Ed. Murther , murther● Roll. Cannot I reach you yet . Ot. No fiend . Roll. Latorche , rescue , I 'me downe . Lat. Vp then , your sword cooles sir , Ply it i' th' flame , and worke your ends out . Roll. Ha , have at you there sir. Enter Aubrey . Aub. Author of prodigies , what sightes are these ? Ot. Oh give me a weapon , Aubrey . Sop. Oh part 'em , part 'em . Aub. For heavens sake no more . Ot. No more resist his fury , no rage can Adde to his mischiefe done . Dyes . Sop. Take spirit my Otto , Heaven will not see thee dye thus . Mat. He is dead , and nothing lives but death of every goodnesse . Sop. Oh he hath slaine his brother , curse him heaven . Roll. Curse and be cursed , it is the fruite of cursing● Latorche , take off here , bring too , of that blood To colour ore my shirt , then rayse the Court And give it out how he atempted us In our bed naked , shall the name of brother Forbid us to inlarge our state and powers ? Or place affects of blood above our reason ? That tells us all things good against another , Are good in the same line against a brother . Exit . Enter Gisbert , Balldwin . Gis. What affaires informe these out-cries ? Aub. See and grieve . Gi● . Prince Otto slaine I Ball. Oh execrable slaughter I What hand hath author'd it ? Aub. Your Schollers , Baldwin . Bald. Vnjustly urg'd , Lord Aubrey , as if I , For being his Schoolemaster , must owne this doctrine , You are his Counsellours , did you advise him To this foule parracide ? Gis. If rule affect this licence , who would live To worse , than dye in force of his obedience ? Bald. Heavens cold and lingring spirit to punish sinne , And humane blood so fiery to commit it , One so outgoes the other , it will never Be turn'd to fit obedience . Aub. Burst it then With his full swing given , where it brookes no bound , Complaints of it are vaine ; and all that rests To be our refuge ( since our powers are strengthlesse ) Is to conforme our wills to suffer freely , What with our murmurs we can never master ; Ladyes , be pleased with what heavens pleasure suffers , Erect your princely countenances and spirits , And to redresse the mischiefes now resistlesse , Sooth it in shew , rather than curse or crosse it ; Which all amends , and vow to it your best , But till you may performe it , let it rest . Gis. Those temporizings are too dull and servile , To breath the free ayre of a manly soule , Which shall in me expire in execrations , Before , for any life I sooth a m●rtherer . Bald. Poure lives before him , till his owne be dry Of all lives services and humaine comforts : None left that lookes at heaven is halfe so base To doe those blacke and hellish actions grace . Enter Rollo , Lat. Ham , and guard . Rol. Haste Latorche And raise the Cittie as the Court is raised Proclaiming the abhor'd conspiracy In plot against my life . Lat. I haste my Lord. Exit . Roll. You there that mourne upon the justly slaine , Arise and leave it if you love your lives , And heare from me what ( kept by you ) may save you . Mat. What will the Butcher doe ? I will not stirre . Roll. Stirre , and unforc't stirre , or stirre never more : Command her , you grave Beldame , that know better My deadly resolutions , since I drew them From the infective fountaine of your owne , Or if you have forgot , this fiery prompter Shall fixe the fresh impression on your heart . Sop. Rise daughter , serve his will in what we may Least what we may not he enforce the rather , Is this all you command us ? Rol. This addition onely admitted , that when I endeavour To quit me of this slaughter you persume not To crosse me with a syllable for your soules ; Murmure , nor thinke against it , but weigh well , It will not helpe your ill , but helpe to more , And that my hand wrought thus farre to my will , Wi●l checke at nothing till his circle fill . Mat. Fill it , so I consent not , but who soothes it Consents , and who consents to tyrannie , does it . Rol. False traytresse die then with him . Aub. Are you mad , to offer at more blood , and make your self More horrid to your people ? I le proclaime , It is not as your instrument will publish . Rol. Doe , and take that along with you — so nimble , Resigne my sword , and dare not for thy soule To offer what thou insolently threatnest ; One word , proclaiming crosse to what Latorch Hath in Commission● and intends to publish . Aub. Well sir , not for your threats , but for your good , Since more hurt to you would more hurt your countrey , And that you must make vertue of the neede That now compells you , I le consent as farre As silence argues to your will proclaimed : And since no more sonnes of your Princely father Survives to rule but you , and that I wish You should rule like your father , with the love And zeale of all your subjects ; this foule slaughter That now you have committed made ashamed With that faire blessing , that in place of plagues , Heaven●ies our me●●ing disposition , which Take here your sword , which now use like a Prince , And no more like a Tyrant . Rol. This sounds well , live and be gracious with us . Gis. and Bal. Oh Lord Aubrey . Mat. He flatters thus ? Sop. He temporizes fitly . Rol. Wonder invades me● doe you two thinke much , That he thus wisely , and with neede consents To what I author for your Countries good ? You being my Tutor , you my Chancellour . Gis. Your Chancellour , is not not your Flatterer ●ir . Bal. Nor , Is it your Tutors part to shield such doctrine ? Rol. Sir , first know you● In praise of your pure Oratorie that raise you . That when the people , who I know by this Are raised out of their rests , and hastening hithe● To witnesse what is done here , are arrived With●●● Latorch , that you extemp●r● Shall fashion an Oration to acquit And justifie this forced fact of mine ; Or for the proud refusall lose your head . Gis. I fashion an Oration to acquit you ? Sir , know you then , that t is a thing lesse easie To excuse a parracide than to commit it . Rol. I doe not wish you sir , to excuse me , But to accuse my brother , as the cause Of his owne slaughter by attempting mine . Gis. Not for the world , I should powre blood on blood● It were another murther to accuse Him that fell innocent . Rol. Away with him , hence , haile him streight to executio● Aub. Farre fly such rigour your amendfull hand . Rol. He perishes with him that speakes for him● ●uard doe thy office on him , on your lives-paine . Gis. Tyrant , t will has●e thy owne death . Rol. Let it wing it , Ne threatens me ; Villaines t●●re him piece , meale 〈◊〉 . Guard. Avant sir. Ham. Force him hence . Rol. Dispatch him Captaine , And bring me instant word he i● dispatched . And how his re●●ike takes it . Ham. I le not faile sir. Rol. Captaine , besides remember this in chiefe ; That being executed you denie To all his friends the rits of funerall , And cast his carkase out to dogges and ●oules . Ham. T is done my Lord. Rol. Vpon your life not faile . Bal. What impious daring is there here of heaven ? Rol. Sir now prepare your selfe against the people , Make here their entry to discharge the Oration , He hath denied my will. Bal. For feare of death ? ha , ha , ha , Rol. Is death rediculous with you ? Workes misery of age this , or thy judgement● Bal. Iudgement false tyrant . Rol. You le make no Oration then ? Bal. Not to excuse , but aggravate thy murther if thou wilt ; which I will so enforce , I le make thee wreake it ( With hate of what thou win'st by 't ) on thy selfe , With such another justly merited murther . Rol. I le answer you anon . Enter Lat●rch . Lat. The citizens are hasting sir in heapēs , all full resolv'd By my perswasions of your brothers Treason● : Rol. Honest Latorch . Enter H●●ond . Ha. See sir , here 's Gisberts head . Rol. Good speed ; wast with a sword ? Ha. An axe fir . Rol. An axe , t was vildely done , I would have had My owne fine Headsman done it with a sword : Goe , take this dotard here , and take his head Off with a sword . Ha. Your School●master● Rol. Even he . Bal. For teaching thee no better ; t is the best Of all thy damned justices ; away Captaine , I le follow . Ed. Oh stay there Duke , and in the midst of all thy blood and fury , Heare a poore maides petitions , here a daughter , The onely daughter of a wretched father● Oh stay your haste as you shall neede this mercy . Rol. Away with this fond woman . Ed. You most heare me , If there be any spake of pity● in you , If sweete humanity and mercy rule you ; I doe confesse you are a Prince , your anger As great as you , your execution greater . Rol. Away with him . Ed. Oh Captaine , by thy manhood By her soft soule that beare thee , I doe confesse sir , Your doome of justice on your foes most righteous ; Good noble Prince looke on the●● Rol. Take her from me . Ed. A curse upon his life that hinders me ; May fathers blessing never fall upon him , May heaven never heare his prayers : I beseech you , Oh sir , these few teares beseech you ; these chast hands wooe you Th●● never yet were heav'd but to things holy , Things like your selfe , you are a God above us ; Be as a God then , full of saving mercy ; Mercy , oh mercy , for his sake mercy ; That when your stout heart weapes shall give you pitty ; Here I must grow . Ral. By heaven I le strike thee woman . Ed. Most willingly , let all thy anger seeke me , All the most studyed torments , so this good man , This old man , and this innocent escape thee . Rol. Carry him away , I say . Ed. Now blessing on thee , oh sweet pitty , I see it in thy eyes . I charge you souldiers Even by the Princes power , release my father ; The Prince is mercifull , why doe you hold him ? He is old , why doe you hurt him ? speake , oh speake sir ; Speake , as you are a man ; a mans life hangs sir , A friends life , and a foster life upon you : T is but a word , but mercy , quickly spoke sir ; Oh speake Prince , speake . Rol. Will no man here obey me ? Have I no rule yet ? as I live he dies That does not execute my will , and suddenly . Bal. All that thou canst doe , takes but one short houre from me . Rol. Hew off her hands . Ham. Lady hold off . Ed. No hew'm , Hew off my innocent hands as he commands you , Exit Guard , Count Bald. They 'le hang the faster on for deaths convulsion ; Thou seede of rockes , will nothing move thee then : Are all my teares lost ? all my righteous prayers Drown'd in thy drunken wrath ? I stand thus then Thus boldly , bloody Tyrant , And to thy face in heavens high name defie thee ; And may sweet mercy when thy soule sighes for it , When under thy blacke mischi●●es thy flesh trembles , When neither strength , nor youth , nor friends , nor gold Can stay one houre , when thy most wretched conscience Wak'd from her dreame of death like fire shall melt thee , When all thy mothers teares , thy brothers wounds , Thy peoples feares and curses , and my losse , My aged fathers losse shall stand before thee . Rol. Save him I say , runne , save him , save her father Flie and redeeme his head . Exit Latorch . Ed. May then that pitty , That comfort thou expect'st from heaven , that mercy Be lock't up from thee , fly thee , howling find thee , Despaire , oh my sweete father , stormes of terrors , Blood till thou burst againe . Rol. Oh faire sweet anger . Enter Latorch and Hamond with a 〈◊〉 . Lat. I am two late sir , t was dispatch'd before● And his head is heare . Rol. And my heart there ; goe bury him . Give him faire rites of funerall , decent honour● . Ed. Wilt thou not take me monster ? heighest heaven Give him a punishment fit for his mischiefe . Lat. I feare thy prayer is heard , and he rewarded● Lady have patience , t was unhappy speed ; Blame not the Duke , t was not his fault , but fates , He sent , you know to stay it , and commanded In care of you , the heavie object hence Soone as it came ? have better thoughts of him . Enter Citizens . Cit. 1. Where 's this young Traytor ? Lat. Noble citizens● here ; Any here the wounds he gave your soveraigne Lord. Cit. 1. This Prince of force must be Belov'd of heaven , whom heaven hath thus preserv'd . Cit. 2. And if he be belov'd of heaven , you know , He must be just , and all his actions so . Rol. Concluded like an Oracle , oh how great A grace of heaven is a wise ●●●●zen ? For heaven t is makes them wise , as 't makes me just , As it preserves me , as I now survive By his strong hand to keepe you all alive ; Your wives , your children , goods and lands kept yours , That had beene else preyes to his tyranous power , That would have prey'd on me , in bed a●saulted me In sacred time of peace ; my mother here , My sister , this just Lord , and all had felt The curtian gulph of this conspiracie , Of which my Tutor and my Chancellour , Two of the gravest and most counted honest In all my Dukedome ) were the monstrous head● ; Oh trust no honest men for their sakes ever My politique Citizens , but those that breathe The names of Cut-throats , usurers an Tyrants ; Oh those beleeve 〈◊〉 , for the ●oule mouth'd world Can give no better termes to ●imple goodnesse : Even m● it dares blaspheme , and thinkes me tyrannou● For saving my owne life , sought by my brother : Yet those that sought his life before by poyson ( Though my owne servants , hoping to please me ) I le lead to death for t , which your eyes shall see . Cit. 1. Why , what a Prince is here ? Cit. 2. How just ? Cit. 3. How gentle ? Rol. Well , now my dearest subjects ; or much rather My nerves , my spirits , or my vitall blood ; Turne to your needfull rest , and setled peace , Fixe in this roote of steele , from whence it sprung In heavens great helpe and blessing : but ere sleepe Bind in his sweet oblivion your dull senses , The name and verme of heavens King ; advance For yours , in ●hiefe for my deliverance . Cit. Heaven and his King save our most pious soveraigne . Exit Citizens . Rol. Thankes my good people : mother and kind sister , And you my noble kinsmen , thinges borne thus , Shall make you all command what ever I Enjoy in this my absolute Empery , Take in the body of my princely brother ; For whose death , since his fate no other way , Would give my eldest birth his supreme right ; We 'le mourne the cruell influence it beares , And wash his sepulcher with kindly teares . Aub. If this game end thus , heavens will rule the se● . What we have yeelded to , we could not let . Exit ●●nes , Praet●r , Latorch , and Edith Lat. Good Lady rise , and raise your spirits withall , More high than they are humbled ; you have cause , As much as ever honour'd happiest Lady ; And when your eares are freer to take in Your most amendfull and unmatched fortunes , I le make you drowne a hundred helpelesse deathes In sea of one life powr'd into your bosome ; With which shall flow into your armes , the ri●hes , The pleasures , honours , and the rule● o● P●in●●● ; Which though death stop your ea●es , me thinks should ope'm Assay to forget death . Ed. Oh slaughter'd father . Lat. Taste of what cannot be redress'd , and blesse The fate that yet you curse so ; sin●e for that You spake so movingly , and your sweet eyes With so much grace fill'd , that you set on fire The Dukes affection , whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedome , is 't not sweet ? Does it not shine away your sorrowes clouds● Sweet Lady , take wi●e heart , and heare , and tell me● Ed. I heare no word you speake . Lat. Prepare to heare then , And be not barr'd up from your selfe , nor adde To your ill fortune with your farre worse judgement● Make me your servant to attend with all joyes Your sad estate , till they both blesse and speake it : See how they 'le bow to you , make me waite , command m● To watch out every minute , for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies , raise your graces , And doe my hopes the honour of your motion , To all the offered heights that now attend you : Oh how your touches ravish ? how the Duke Is slaine already with your flames embrac'd ? I will both serve and vi●ite you , and often . Ed. I am not fit sir. Lat. Time will make you Lady . Exeunt . Act III. Scene II. Enter the Guard , 3 or 4 boyes , then the Shreriffe , Cooke , Yeoman of the Cellar , Butler , Pantler to execution . Guard 1. COme bring in these fellows , on , away with them . Guard 2. Make roome before there , roome for the prisoners● Boy 1. Let 's run before boyes , we shall have no places else● Boy 2. Are these the youths ? Cook These are the youths you look for , And , pray my honest friends , be not so hasty , There will be nothing done till we come , I assure you . Boy 3. Here 's a wise hanging , are there no more ? But. Doe you heare sir ? you may come in for your share if you please . Coo. My friend , if you be unprovided of a hanging , You look like a good fellow , I can afford you A reasonable peny-worth . Boy 2. Afore , afore boyes , here 's enough to make us sport . Yeo. Pox take you , Doe you call this sport ? are these your recreations ? Must we be hang'd to make you mirth ? Coo. Doe you heare sir ? You custard pate , we go to 't for high treason , An honourable fault : thy foolish father Was hang'd for stealing sheepe . Boyes Away , away boyes . Coo. Doe you see how that sneaking rogue lookes now ? You , chip , Pantler , you peaching rogue , that provided us these necklaces : you poore rogue , you costive rogue you . Pant. Pray , pray , fellowes . Coo. Pray for thy crusty soule ? where 's your reward now , Goodman Manchet , for your fine discovery ? I doe beseech you sir , where are your dollars ? Draw with your fellowes , and be hang'd . Yeo. He must now . For now he shall be hang'd first , that 's his comfort , A place too good for thee , thou meale mouth'd rascall . Coo. Hang handsomely for shame , come leave your praying You peaking knave , and die like a good courtier ; Die honestly , and like a man ; no preaching , With I beseech you take example by me , I liv'd a lewd man , good people ; pox on t : Die me as if thou hadst din'd , say grace , and God be with you , Guard. Come , will you forward ? Cook. Good Mr Sheriffe , your leave to , this hasty work Was nere done well : give us so much time as but to sing Our owne Ballads , for wee le trust no man , Nor no tune but our owne ; t was done in Ale too , And therefore cannot be refus'd in justice . Your penny pot Poets are such pelting theeves , They ever hang men twice ; we have it here sir , And so much every merchant of our voyage , He le make a sweet returne else of his credit . Yeo. One fit of our owne mirth and then we are for you . Gu●r . Make haste then , dispatch . Yeo. There 's day enough , sir. Coo. Come boyes , sing cheerfully , we shall nere sing yonger● We have chosen a loud tune too , because it should like well . The Song Come , Fortune 's a whore , I care not who tell her , Would offer to strangle a page of the Cellar , That should by his oath , to any mans thinking , And place , have had a defence for his drinking ; But thus she does still , when she pleases to palter , In stead of his wages , she gives him a halter . Three merry boyes , and three merry boyes , and three merry boyes are we , As ever did sing in a hempen string , under the gallow-tree . 2 But I that was so lusty , And ever kept my bottles , That neither they were musty , And seldome lesse than pottles , For me to be thus stopt now , With hemp in stead of cork sir , And from the gallows lopt now , Shewes that there is a fork sir , In death , and this the token , Man may be two wayes killed , Or like the bottle , broken , Or like the wine , be spilled . Three merry boyes , &c 3 Oh yet but look on the master Cook , the glory of the kitchin , In sowing whose fate at so lofty a rate , no Taylor ere had stitching● For though he makes the man , the Cooke yet makes the dishes ; The which no Taylor can , wherein I have my wishes , That I who at so many a feast have pleasde so many tasters , Should now my selfe come to be drest , a dish for you my masters● Three merry boyes , &c. Coo. There 's a few coppies for you ; now farewell friends : And good Mr Sheriffe , let me not be printed With a brasse pot on my head . But. March faire , march faire , afore good Captain Pantler . 4 Pant. Oh man or beast , or you at least , That weare or brow or antler , Prick up your eares , unto the teares Of me poore Paul the Pantler , That thus am clipt because I chipt The cursed crust of Treason With loyall knife : Oh dolefull strife , To hang thus without reason . Act IV. Scene I. Enter Aubrey and Latorch . LAtorch , I have wayted here to speak with you , And you must hearken : Set not forth your legs Of haste , nor put yonr face of businesse on ; An honester affaire than this I urge too , You will not easily think on ; and t will be Reward to entertaine it : T is your fortune To have our Masters ●are above the rest Of us that follow him , but that no man envies : For I have well con●●dered , truth sometimes May be conveyd in by the same conduits That falshood is : These courses that he takes , Cannot but end in ruine ; Empire got By blood and violence , must so be held ; And how unsafe that is , he first will prove , That toyling still to remove enemies , Makes him selfe more ; it is not now a Brother A faithfull Councellour of estate or two , That are his danger , they are far dispatch'd It is a multitude that begin to feare , And think what began there , must end in them , For all the fine Oration that was made 'em ; And they are not an easie monster quelld . Princes may pick their suffering Nobles out ; And one by one employ 'em to the block ; but when they once grow formidable to their clownes , and coblers , ware then , guard themselves ; if thou durst tell him this , Lotorche , the service would not discredit the good name you hold with men , besides the profit to your master , and the publick . Lat. I conceive not so , sir. They are ayrie feares ; and why should I object them unto his fancy ? Wound what is yet ●ound ? your counsailes colour no● , With reason of state , where all that 's necessary still is just ? The actions of the prince , while they succeed , Should be made good , and glorified ; not questiond , Men doe but shew their ill affections , that — Aub. What ? speak out . Lat. Doe murmure against their masters . Aub. Is this to mee ? Lat. It is to whosoever mislikes of the Dukes courses Aub. I , i st so ? at your stateward , sir ? Lat. I 'me sworne to heare nothing may prejudice the prince . Aub. Why doe you ? or have you , ha ? Lat , I cannot tel , mens hearts shew in their words sometims . Aub. I everthought thee Knave of the chamber , art thou the spy too ? Lat. A watchman for the state , and one that 's known Sir , to be rightly affected . Aub. Baud of the state ; No lesse than of thy masters lusts . I now See nothing can redeem thee ; doest thou mention Affection , or a heart that ne're hadst any ? Know'st not to love or hate , but by the state , As thy prince does`t before thee ? that dost never Weare thy owne face , but putt'st on his , and gather'st● Baits for his ●ares : liv'st wholly at his beck , And e're thou dar'st utter a thought 's thine owne , Must expect his ; crep'st forth and wad'st into him As if thou wert to passe a foord , there proving Yet if thy tongue may stop on safely , or no : Then bring'st his vertue asleep , and stayst the wheele Both of his reason , and judgement , that they move no● . Whit'st over all his vices ; and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes , Till hee can neither see thee , nor himselfe ? Wretch ; I dare give him honest counsailes , I ; And love him while I tell him truth : old Aubrey Dares goe the straightest way , which still`s the shortest , Walke on the thornes thou scatter'st , Parasite , And tread 'em into nothing : and if thou Then lett'st a look fall , of the least dislike , I le rip thy crown up with my sword at height , And pluck thy skin over thy face : in sight Of him thou flatter'st ; unto thee I speak it , Slave , against whom all lawes , should now conspire , And every creature that hath sense , be armd , As 'gainst the common enimy of mankind ; That sleepst within thy masters eare , and whisp'erst T is better for him to be feard , than lovd : Bidst him trust no mans freindship , spare no blood , That may secure him ; t is no cruelty That hath a spatious end ; for soverainty Break all the lawes of kind ; if it succeed An honest , noble , and prayse-worthy deed ; While hee that takes thy poysons in , shall feele Their virulent workings in a poynt of time , When no repentance can bring ayd , but all His spirits shall melt , with what his conscience burnd And dying in flatterers armes , shall fall unmournd . There 's matter for you now . Lat. My lord , this makes not , for loving of my master . Aub. Loving ? no. They hate ill Princes most that make them so . Enter Rollo , Hamand , Allan , Guard. Rol. I le heare no more . Ham. Alas , t is for my brorher . I beseech your highnesse . Rol , How , a brother ? had not I one my selfe ? did title Move mee when it was fit that hee should dye ? away . All. Brother , loose no word more , leave my good cause T`upbraid the tyrant , I `me glad , ●`me falne , Now in those times that willd some great example T' assure men wee can die for honesty . Rol. Sir , you are brave ; pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto your headsman . All. Would hee would strike as bravely , and thou by . Rollo , t' would make thee quake to see mee die . Aub. What 's his offence ? Ham. For giving Gisbert buriall ; who was sometimes his master , All. Yes : lord Aubery . My gratitude , and humanity , are my crimes . Rol. Why beare you him not hence ? Aub. My lord ( stay souldiers ) I doe beseech your highnesse , doe not loose Such men for so slight causes . This is one Has still been faithfull to you , a tryde soule In all your fathers battailes ; I have seene him Bestride a friend , against a score of foes , And looke , he looks as hee would kill his hundred For you , sir , were you in some danger . All. Till hee killd his brother , his chancellor , then his Master , to which he can adde nought to equall Nero , But killing of his mother . Aub. Peace , brave foole ; Thou valiant asse , here is his brother too , sir , A captaine of your guard , hath servd you long , With the most noble witnesse of his truth Markd in his face , and every part about him , That turnes not from an enemy . But view him , Oh doe not grieve him sir , if you doe meane That hee shall hold his place : it is not safe To tempt such spirits , and let them weare their swords , You 'le make your guards your terrours by these Acts And throw more hearts of from you then you hold : And I must tell you sir , ( with my old freedome And my old faith to boot ) you have not livd so But that your state will need such men , such hands Of which here 's one , shall in an houre of tryall Doe you more certaine service with a stroak , Than the whole bundle of your flatterers With all the unsavory unction of their tongues● Rol. Peace , talker . Aub , One that loves you yet , my lord . And would not see you pull on your owne ruines● Mercy becomes a Prince , and guards him best , Awe and affrights are never tyes of Love ; And when men begin to feare the Prince , they hate him . Rol. Am I the Prince , or you ? Aub. My Lord I hope I have not utterd ought should urge that question . Rol. Then practise your obedience , see him dead . Aub. My Lord , Rol. I le heare no more . Aub. I 'me sorry then ; there 's no small despaire , sir , of their safety , whose eares are blockt up against truth ; come Captain . Ham. I thank you , sir. Aub. For what ? for seeing thy brother dye a man , and honest ? Live thou so Captaine , I will I assure thee , Although I die for 't too : come — Exeunt all but Rollo & Lator Rol. Now Latorche , what doe you think ? Lat. That Aubreys speech and manners sound somewhat of the boldest Rol. T is his custome . Lat. It may be so , and yet be worth a feare . Rol. If we thought so , it should be worth his life , and quickly too . Lat. I dare not , sir , be author Of what I would be , t is so dangerous ; But with your highnesse favour and your licence . Rol. He talks , t is true ; he is licenc'd : leave him , We now are Duke alone , Latorche , securd ; Nothing left standing to obscure our prospect , We look right forth , beside , and round about us , And see it ours with pleasure : only one Wish'd joy there wants , to make us to possesse it , And that is Edith , Edith , shee that got me In bloud and teares , in such an opposite minute , As had I not once set all the flames And shaft of Love shot in me ( his whole armory ) I should have thought him as farre off as death . Lat. My Lord , expect a while , your happinesse Is neerer than you think it , yet her griefes Are greene and fresh ; your vigilant Latorche Hath not been idle : I have leave already To visite her , and send to her● Rol. My life . Lat. And if I find not out as speedie wayes And proper instruments to work and bring her To your fruition ; that she be not watch'd Tame to your Highnesse wish , say you have no servant Is capable of such a trust about you , Or worthy to be secretary of your pleasure . Rol. Oh my Latorche , what shall I render thee For all thy travailes , care and love ? Lat. Sir , one suit , which I will ever importune , till you grant me● Rol. About your Mathematitians ? Lat. Yes to have The Scheme of your nativity judg'd by them , I hav 't already erected ; Oh my Lord , You doe not know the labour of my feares , My doubts for you are such as cannot hope Any security , but from the Starres ; Who , being rightly ask'd , can tell man more Than all power else , there being no power beyond them● Rol. All thy petitions still are care of us , Aske for thy selfe . Lat. What more can concerne me , than this ? Rol. Well , rise true honest man , and goe then , Wee 'le study our selves a meanes how to reward thee . Lat. Your grace is now inspir'd ; now , now your Highnesse Begins to live , from this houre count your joyes : But , Sir , I must have warrants , with blanks figurd , To put in names , such as I like . Rol. You shall . Lat. They dare not else offer , Sir , at your figure● Oh I shall bring you wonders ; ther 's a Frier Rusee , an admirable man , another A gentleman , and then Lafiske , The mirrour of his time ; 't was he that sett it● But there 's one Norbret , ( him I never saw ) Has made a mirrour , a meere Looking-glasse , In shew you`ld think 't no other ; the forme ovall , As I am given to understand by letter , Which renders you such shapes , and those so differing , And some that will be question'd and give answers ; Then has he sett it in a frame , that wrought Unto the revolutions of the Starres , And so compact by due proportions Unto their harmony , doth move alone A true automaton ; thus Dedalus Statues , Or Vulcans Tooles — Rol. Dost thou beleeve this ? Lat. Sir ? why , what should stay my faith , or turn my sense ? He has been about it above twentie yeares , Three sevens , the powerfull , and the perfect numbers ; And Art and Time , Sir , can produce such things . What doe I reade there of Hiarbas banquet ? The great Gymnosophist , that had his Butlers And carvers of pure gold waiting at table ? The images of Mercury , too , that spoke ? The wooden dore that flew ? a snake of brasse That hist ? and birds of silver that did sing ? All those new done by the Mathematicks , Without which there`s no science , nor no truth . Rol. You are in your spheare , Latorch : and rather Than I le contend w 'yee for it , I le beleeve it . Y'have won upon me that I wish to see My fate before me now , what ere it bee . Lat. And I le endeavour , you shall know with speed , For which I should have one of trust goe with mee , If you please , Hamond , that I may by him Send you my first dispatches ; after I Shall bring you more , and as they come still more , Rol. Take your way , Choose your owne meanes , and be it prosperous to us . Exeunt . ACT. IV. SCAE. II. Enter Ru●ee , de Bube , la Fiske , Norbert , Pippeau . Rus. Come , beare up Sirs , we shall have better dayes , My Almanack tels me . Bub. What is that ? your rumpe ? Rus. It never itch'd in vaine yet , slide la Fiske Throw off thy ●luggish face , I cannot abide To see thee tooke like a poore Jade i' th' pound , That saw no meat these three dayes . Fiske . Slight , to me It seemes thirteene dayes since I saw any . Rus. How ? Fis . I can't remember that I ever saw Or meat or money , you may talke of both To open a mans stomack or his purse , But feed 'em still with ayre . Bub. Fryar , I feare You do not say your Office well a dayes . Nor. Pox , he feedes With leachery , and lives upon th' exchange Of his two Eggs and Puddings with the market women . Rus. And what do you Sir , with the Advocats wife , Whom you perswade , upon your Doctorall bed , To take the Mathematicall trance so often ? Fis . Come , we are starke naught all , bad 's the bost of us , Foure of the seven deadly spots we are ; Besides our Lechery , we are envious , And most , most gluttonous when we have it thus , Most covetous now we want it ; then our Boy He is a fift spot , sloth and he undoes us . Bub. 'T is true , the child was wont to be industrious , And now and then sent to a Merchants wife Sicke of the husband , or a swearing Butler That mist of his Bowles , a crying Maid Had lost a silver spoon ; the Curry come Somtims was wanting ; there was somthing gotten● But now — Pip. What now ? Did not I yester-morning Bring you in a Cardecu there from the Pesant , Whosse 〈◊〉 I had driven aside , and hid , that you Might conjure for him ? and then last night , Six Souz from the Cooks wife , you shar'd among you To set a figure for the 〈◊〉 I stole , It is not at home yet ; these things , my Masters , In a hard time , they would be thought on , you Talke of your lands and Castles in the ayre , Of your twelve houses there : but it is I That bring you in your rents for 'em , 't is Pippe●● That is your bird-call . Nor. Faith he does w●ll , And cuts through the Elements for us , I must needs say In a fine dextrous line . Fis . But not as he did At first , then he would sayle with any wind Int ' every Creek and Corner . Pip. I was light then , New built and rigg'd when I came to you , Gentlemen , But now with often and far ventring for you Here be leakes Spr●●● and whole Plancks wanting see you ; If you 'le new sheat● me●●●●ine , yet I am for you To any bog or sleights , where ere you 'le send me , For as , 〈◊〉 whe●● can this ragged Bark Put in for any service ; lesse it be O' th Isle of Rogues , and there turne Pyrate for you . Nor. Faith he sayes reason , Fryer , you must leave Your neat crispe Gla●●et● and fall to your Syder A while ; and you la Fiske , your larded Capons , And Turkeys for a time● and take a good Cleane Tripe in your way ; de Bube too must content him with wholesome two Souz'd pe●itoes , no more Crown ordinaries , till we have cloath'd our Infant . Bub. So you 'le keep Your own good motions , Doctor , your deare selfe . Fis . Yes , for we all do know the Latitude Of your Concupiscence . Rus. Here about your belly . Bub. You 'le picke a bottle open or a whimsey , As soon as the best of us . Fis . And dip your wrists bands , ( For Cuffs y'have none ) as comely in the sauce the Bell rings . As any Courtyer — harke , the Bell , who is there Rus. Good luck I do conjure thee ; Boy look out . Pip. They are Gallants , Courtiers , one of 'em is Exit and enter again . To Nor●ret . Of the Dukes bed-chamber . Rus. Latorche , down , On with your gown , there 's a new suite arriv'd , Did I not tell you , Sons of hunger ? Crownes , Crowns are comming toward you , wine & wenches You shall have once again , and Fidlers : Into your studyes close ; each lay his eare To his doore , and as you heare me to prepare you So come , and put me on that visard only . Enter Latorche , Hamond . Lat. You 'le not be far hence Captain , when the Businesse is done you shall receive present dispatch . H●m . I le walke Sir , in the Cloyster . Exit . Rus. Monsieur Latorche ; my sonne The Stars are happy still that guide you hither . Lat. I 'me glad to heare their Secretary say so , My learned Father Russ● , where 's la Fiske , Monsieur de Bube , how do they ? Rus. At their studyes , They are the Secretaries of the Stars , Sir , Still at their books , they will not be pull'd off , They stick like cupping glasses ; if ever men Spoke with the tongue of destiny , 't is they . Lat. For loves sake let 's salute em . Rus. Boy , go see , Tell them who 's here , say , that their friends do challenge Some portion of their time , this is our minutes ; Pray'em they 'le spare it : they are the Sun and Moon Of knowledge ; pitty two such noble lights Should live obscur'd here in an University , Whose beames were fit , to illumine any Court Of Christendome● Enter la Fiske , de Bube and Pippeau . Lat. The Duke will shortly know ' em . Fis . Well , look upon the Astrolabe ; you 'le find it Foure Almucanturies at least . Bub. It is so . Rus. Still , of their learned stuffe , they care for nothing , But how to know , as negligent of their bodies In dyet , or else , especially in their cloths , As if they had no change . Pip. They have so little As well may free them from the name of shifters . Fis . Monsieur Latorche ? Lat. How is it , learned Gentlemen , with both your vertues ? Bub. A most happy houre , when we see you , sir. Lat. When you heare me then It will be happier ; the Duke greets you both Thus , and though you may touch no money , Father , Yet you may take it . Rus. 'T is his highnesse bounty , But yet to me , and these that have put off The world , superfluous . Fis . We have heard of late of his highnesse good successe . Bub. And gratulate it . Lat. Indeed he hath scap'd a strange Conspiracy , Thanks to his Stars ; which Stars be prayes by me , You would again consul● , and make a Judgement On what you lately erected for my love . Rus. Oh , Sir , we dare not . Fis . For our lives . Bub. It is the Princes Scheame . Lat. T' incounter with that feare , Here 's to assure you , his Signet , write your names , And be secured all three . Bub. We must intreat some time , sir , Lat. I must then intreat it , be as present as you can . Fis . Have you the Scheame here ? Lat. Yes . Rus. I would you had sir another Warrant . Dat. What would that do ? Rus. Marry we have a Doctor sir , that in this businesse Would not performe the second part . Lat , Not him that you writ to me of ? Rus. The very same . Lat. I should have made it , sir , my suite to see him , Here is a Warrant Father , I conceiv'd That he had solely applyed himselfe to Magick . Rus. And to their studies too sir , in this field , He was initiated , but we shall hardly Draw him from his chaire . Lat. Tell him he ●hall have gold . Fis . Oh , such a sillable would make him to forsweare Ever to breath in your sight . Lat. How then ? Fis . Sir , he if you do please to give him any thing , Must have 't convey'd under a paper . Rus. Or left behind some book in his study . Bub. Or in some old wall . Fis . Where his Familiars may tell him of it , and that pleases him , Sir. Bub. Or else I le go and assay him . Lat. Take gold with you . Rus. That will not be amisse ; give it the Boy , Sir , He knowes his holes , and how to baite his Spirits . Pip. We must lay in severall places , Sir. Rus. That 's true , that if one come not the other may hit . Lat. Well , go then , is he so learned , Gentlemen . Fis . The very top of our profession ; mouth of the fates , Pray Heaven his Spirits be in a good humor to take . They 'le fling the gold about the house else . Bub. I , and beat the Fryer if he go not well Furnisht with holy-water . Fis . Sir , you must observe him . Bub. Not crosse him in a word , for then he 's gone . Fis . If he doe come , which is hazard , yet Masse he 's here , this is speed . Enter Norbert , Russe , Pippeau . Nor. Where is our Scheme , Let 's see , dispatch , nay fumbling now , who 's this ? Rus. Chiefe Gentleman of the Dukes Chamber , Doctor . Nor. Oh , let him be , good even to him , he 's a Courtyer , I le spare his Complement , tell him , what 's here ? The geniture Nocturnall , Longitude At forty nine and ten minutes ? How are the Cardines ? Fis . Libra in twenty foure forty foure minutes , And Capricorne . Nor. I see in , see the Planets , Where , how are they dispos'd ? the Sun and Mercury , Mars with the Dragons tayle in the third house , And pars Fortune in the Imo Coeli , Then Jupiter in the twelve , the Cacodemon . Bub. And Venus in the second Inferna Porta . Nor. I see it , peace , then Saturne in the Fifth , Luna i' th Seventh , and much of Scorpio , Then Mars his Gaudium , rising in th`ascendent , And joyn'd with Libra too , the house of Venus , And Iuniu Coeli , Mars his exaltation In the seventh house , Aries being his naturall house And where he is now seated , and all these shew him To be the Almuter . Rus. Yes , he 's Lord of the Geniture , Whether you examine in by Ptolomeys way , Or Messethales , Lael , or Alkindus . Fi● . No other Planet hath so many dignities Either by himselfe● or in regard of the Cuspes . Nor. Why hold your tongue then if you know it ; Venus The Lady of the Horoscope , being Libra The other part , Mars rules : So that the geniture , Being Nocturnall , Luna is the highest , None else being in sufficient dignity , She being in Aries in the Seventh house , Where Sol exalted , ' is the Alchoroden . Bub. Yes , for you see he hath his Termine In the degrees where she is , and enjoyes By that , six dignities . Fis . Which are cleerly more Than any else that view her in the Scheame . Nor. Why I saw this , and could have told you too . That he beholds her with a Trine aspect Here out of Sagitary , almost partly , And how that Mars out of the selfesame house , ( But another Signe ) here by a Platique aspect Lookes at the Hilege , with a Quartile ruling The house where the Sun is ; all this could I Have told you , but that you 'le outrun me , & more , That this same Quartile aspect to the Lady of life , Here in the seventh , promises some danger , Cauda Draconis being so neere Mars , And Caput Algell in the house of Death . Lat. How Sir ? I pray you cleare that . Nor. What is the question first ? Rus. Of the Dukes life , what dangers threaten him ? Nor. Apparent , & those suddaine , when the Hyley Or Alchorodon by direction come To a Quartile opposition of the place Where Mars is in the Geniture ( which is now At hand ) or else oppose to Mars himself ; expect it . Lat. But they may be prevented . Nor. Wisdome only That rules the Stars , may do it ; for Mars being Lord of the Geniture in Capricorne , Is , if you marke it , now a Sextile here , With Venus Lady of the Horoscope . So she being in her Exilium , which is Scorpio , And Mars his Gaudium , is ore rul'd by him , And cleare debilitated five degrees Beneath her ordinary power , so That , at the most she can but mittigate . Lat. You cannot name the persons bring this danger ? Nor. No , that the Stars tell us not , they name no man , That is a worke , sir , of another place . Rus. Tell him whom you suspect , and hee 'le guesse shrewdly . Lat. Sir , we do feare one Aubrey ; if 't were he I should be glad ; for we should soon prevent him . Fis . I know him , the Dukes kinsman , a tall man ? Lay hold of 't Norbret . Nor. Let me pause a little , Is he not neare of kin unto the Duke ? Lat. Yes reverend Sir. Lat. Fart for your reverence , keep it till then ; and somewhat high of statutre ? Lat. He is so . Nor. How old is he ? Fis . About seven and fifty . Nor. His head and beard inclining to be grey . Lat. Right , Sir. Fis . And fat ? Nor. He is somewhat corpulent , is he not ? Lat. You speak the man , sir. Nor. Well , look to him , farewell . Exit Norb. Lat. Oh , it is Aubrey ; gentlemen , I pray you , Let me receive this under all your hands . Rus. Why , he will shew you him in his Magick glasse If you intreate him , and but gratifie A Spirit or two more . Lat. He shall eat gold If he will have it , so shall you all ; ther 's that Amongst you first , let me have this to send The Duke in the meane time ; and then what sights You please to shew ; I le have you so rewarded As never Artists wete , you shall to Court Along with me , and there wait your fortunes . Bub. We have a pretty part of 't in our pockets ; Boy we will all be new , you shall along to . Exeunt . ACT. IIII. SCAE. III. Enter Sophia , Matilda , Edith . Mat. Good Madam heare the suit that Edith urges● With such submisse beseeches ; nor remaine So strictly bound to sorrow for your sonne , That nothing else , though never so befitting , Obtaines your eares , o●●●servation . Sop. What would she say ? I heare . Edith . My suit is , Madam , That you would please to thinke aswell of Justice Due to your sonnes revenge , as of more wrong added To both your selves for it , in only grieving . Th' undaunted power of Princes , should not be Confin'd in deedlesse cold calamity ; Anger , the Twinne of sorrow , in your wrongs Should not be smother'd , when his right of birth Claimes th' ayre as well , and force of comming forth . Sop. Sorrow is due already , Anger never Should be conceived but where it may be borne In some fact fit t' employ his active flame , That else consumes who beares it , and abides Like a false starre that quenches as it glides . Ed. I have such means t' employ it as your wish Can thinke no better , easier , or securer ; And such as but th' honors I intend To your partakings ; I alone could end : But your parts in all dues to crying blood For vengeance in the shedder , are much greater● And therefore should worke your hands to his slaughter , For your consent to which , t' were infinite wrong To your severe and most partiall Justice , To move you to forget so false a sonne , As with a mothers duty made you curse him . Mat. Edith , he is forgot , for any son Borne of my mother , or to me a brother . For should we still performe our rights to him We should partake his wrongs , and as foule be In blood and damned paricide as he . And therefore tell the happy meanes that heaven Puts in thy hand , for all our long'd for freedome From so abhorr'd and impious a monster . Sop. Tell what she will , I 'le lend nor hand nor eare To whatsoever heaven puts in her power . Exit Sophia . Mat. How strange she is to what she chiefly wishes ? Sweet Edith be not any thought the more Discourag'd in thy purpose , but assured Her heart and prayers are thine ; and that we two Shall be enough to all we wish to doe . Ed. Madam , my selfe alone , I make no doubt Shall be afforded power enough from heaven To end the murtherer : all I wish of you , Is but some richer ornaments and Jewels Than I am able to provide my selfe , To helpe out the defects of my poore beauty ; That yet hath been enough , as now it is , To make his fancy mad with my desire ? But you know , Madam , women never can , Be too faire to torment an amorous man ; And this mans torments I would heighten still , Till at their highest he be fit to kill . Mat. Thou shalt have all my Jewels and my mothers , And thou shalt paint too , that his bloods desire May make him perish in a painted fire ; Hast thou been with him yet ? Ed. Beene with him ? no ; I set that houre backe to haste more his longing● But I have promis'd to his instruments , The admittance of a visit at our house , Where yet I would receive him with all lustre My sorrow would give leave to , to remove Suspition of my purpose . Mat. Thou shalt have All I can adde , sweet wench , in Jewels , tyres● I 'le be my selfe thy dresser , nor may I Serve my owne love with a contracted husband More sweetly , nor more amply than maist thou Thy forward will with his bewitch'd affections : Affects thou any personall ayde of mine My noblest Edith ? Ed. Naught but your kinde prayers For full effect and speed of my affaire . Mat. They are thine , my Edith , as for me , my own ; For thou well know'st , if blood shed of the best Should coole and be forgotten , who would feare To shed blood still ? or where ( alas ) were then The endlesse love we owe to worthy men ? Ed. Love of the worthiest ever blesse your highnesse . Exeunt . ACT. V. SCAE. I. Enter Rollo with a glasse , Aubrey , and servants . Rol. I never studied my glasse till now , It is exceeding well ; now leave me ; cozen , How takes your eye the object ? Aub. I have learn'd So much sir of the Courtier , as to say Your person do's become your habit ; But being called unto it by a noble warre , Would grace an armour better . Rol. You are still For that great Art of which you are the master ; Yet , I must tell you , that to the encounters We oft attempt , arm'd only thus , we bring As troubled blood , feares mixt with flattring hopes , The danger in the service to as great As when we are to charge quite through and through The body of an Army . Aub. I 'le not argue How you may ranke the dangers , but will die in 't , The ends which they arrive at , are as distant In every circumstance , as farre as honor Is from shame and repentance . Rol. You are sower ? Aub I would speake my free thoughts , yet not appeare so ; Nor am I so ambitious of the title Of one that dares talke any thing that was Against the torrent of his owne opinion , That I affect to speake ought may offend you : And therefore gracious Sir , ●e pleased to thinke My manners or discretion have inform'd me That I was borne , in all good ends , to serve you ; And not to checke at what concernes me not : I looke not with sore eyes on your rich out-side , Nor wracke my thoughts to find out to what purpose 'T is now employ'd ; I wish it may be good , And that , I hope , offends not for a subject Towards his Prince in things indifferent ; To use the austerenesse of a Censuring Cato Is arrogance , not freedome . Rol. I commend This temper in you , and will cherish it , Ent. Hamond with leters . They come from Rome , Latorch imployed you ? Ham. True Sir. Rol. I must not now be troubled with a thought Of any new designe ; good Aubrey reade 'em , And as they shall direct you , use my power , Or to reply or execute , Aub. I will sir. Rol. And Captaine , bring a squadron of our guard To th' house that late was Baldwins , and there wait me . Ham. I shall . Rol. Some two houres hence . Ham. With my best care . Rol. Inspire me Love , and be thy diety Or scorn'd or fear'd , as now thou favour●st me . Exit Rollo . Ham. My stay to do my duty , may be wrongs Your Lordships privacy . Aub. Captaine , your love Is ever welcome ; I intreat your patience While I peruse these . Ham. I attend your pleasure . Aub. How 's this , a plot on me ? Ham. What is contain'd In th'letters that I brought , that thus transports him ? Aub. To be wrought on by Rogues , and have my head Brought to the axe by knaves that cheate for bread ? The Creatures of a parasite , a slave ; I finde you heare Latorch , not wonder at it ; But that this honest Captaine should be made His instrument , afflicts me ; I 'le make triall Whether his will or weaknesse made him doe it . Captaine you saw the Duke when he commanded I should do what these letters did direct me , And I presume you thinke I 'le not neglect For feare or favour , to remove all dangers How neere soever that man can be to me From whom they should have birth . Ham. It is confirm'd . Aub. Nor would you Captaine , I believe , refuse , Or for respect of thankefulnesse , or hopes , To use your sword with fullest confidence Where he shall bid you strike . Ham. I never have done . Aub. Nor will I thinke . Ham. I hope it is not question'd . Aub. The means to have it so , is now propos'd you● Draw , so , 't is well , and next cut off my head . Ham. What meanes your Lordship ? Aub. 'T is sir the Dukes pleasure : My innocence hath made me dangerous , And I must be remov'd , and you the man Must act his will. Ham. I 'le be a traytor first , before I serve it thus . Aub. It must be done , And that you may not doubt it , there 's your warran● But as you read , remember Hamond , that I never wrong'd one of your brave profession ; And , though it bee not manly , I must grieve That man of whose love I was most ambitious Could find no object of his hate but me ? Ham. It is no time to talke now , honor'd Sir , Be pleas'd to heare thy servant , I am wrong'd , And cannot , being now to serve the Duke , Stay to expresse the manner how ; but if I doe not suddenly give you strong proofes , Your life is dearer to me than my owne , May I live base , and dye so : Sir your pardon . Exit Hamond . Aub. I am both waies ruin'd , both waies mark't for slaughter On every side , about , behinde , before me , My certaine fate is fix't : were I a knave now , I could avoid this : had my actions But meere relations to their owne ends , I could s●ape now : Oh honesty ! thou elder child of vertue , Thou seed of heaven , why to acquire thy goodnesse Should malice and distrust sticke thornes before us , And make us swim unto thee , hung with hazards ? But heaven is got by suffering , not disputing● Say he knew this before hand , where am I then ? Or say he do's not know it , where 's my Loyalty ? I know his nature , troubled as the Sea , And as the Sea devouring when he 's vex'd , And I know Princes are their own expounders . Am I afraid of death ? of dying nobly ? Of d●ing in mine innocence uprightly ? Have I met death in all his formes , and feares , Now on the points of swords , now pitch'd on lances ? In fires , and stormes of arrows , battels , breaches , And shall I now shrink frō him , when he courts me Smiling and full of Sanctity ? I 'le meet him ; My loyall hand and heart shall give this to him , And though it beare beyond what Poets feigne A punishment , duery shall meet that paine ; And my most constant heart to do him good , Shall check at neither pale affright , nor bloud . Enter Messenger . Messen. The Dutchesse presently would crave your presence , Aubrey . I come ; and Aubrey now resolve to keep Thy honor living , though thy body sleep . Exit . ACT. V. SCAE. II. Enter Edith , a Boy , and a Banquet set out . Edith . Now for a Fathers murther , and thy ruine , All chastity shall suffer if he raigne ; Thou blessed soule , look down , and steele thy daughter , Look on the sacrifice she comes to send thee , And through the bloudy cloud behold my piety , Take from my cold heart feare , from my sex pitty , And as I wipe theses teares off , shed for thee , So all remembrance may I loose of mercy ; Give me a womans anger bent to bloud , The wildnesse of the winds to drown his prayers , Storme like may my destruction fall upon him , My rage like roving billowes as they rise , Powr'd on his soule to sinke it , give me flattery , ( For yet my constant soule neer knew dissembling . Flattery the food o●●ooles , that I may , rocke him And lull him in the Downe of his desires ; That in the height of all his hopes and wishes , His heaven forgot , and all his lusts upon him , My hand , like thunder from a could , may seize him . I heare him come , go boy , and entertaine him . Enter Rollo . Song . Take , Oh take those lips away that so swetly were forsworne , And those eyes , like breake of day , lights that doe misleade the Morne , But my kisses being againe , Seales of love , though seal'd in vaine . Hide , Oh hide those hils of Snow , which thy frozen blossome beares , On whose tops the Pincks that grow are of those that April weares . But first set my poore heart free , bound in those Ioy chaines by thee . Rol. What bright star , taking beauties forme upon her , In all the happy lustre of heavens glory , Ha's drop'd downe from the Skye to comfort me ? Wonder of Nature , let it not prophane thee My rude hand touch thy beauty , nor this kisse ; The gentle sacrifice of love and service Be offer'd to the honor of thy sweetnesse Edith . My gracious Lord , no diety dwells here , Nor nothing of that vertue , but obedience , The servant to your will affects no flattery . Rollo . Can it be flattery to sweare those eyes Are loves eternall lamps he fires all hearts with ? That tongue the smart string to his bow ? those sighes The deadly shafts he sends into our soules ? Oh , looke upon me with thy spring of beauty . Ed. Your grace is full of game . Rollo . By heaven , my Edith , Thy mother fed on Roses when she bred thee . Ed. And thine on brambles that have prick'd her heart out . Rollo . The sweetnesse of the Arabian winde still blowing Upon the treasures of perfumes and spices , In all their pride and pleasures call thee Mistris . Ed. Wil 't please you sit sir ? Rol. So you please sit by me . Faire gentle maid , there is no speaking to thee , The excellency that appeares upon thee Tyes up my tongue : pray speake to me . Ed. Of what sir ? Rol. Of any thing , any thing is excellent● Will you take my directions ? speake of love then ; Speake of thy faire selfe Edith ; and while thou speak'st , Let me , thus languishing , give up my selfe wen●h . Ed. H 'as a strange cunning tongue , why doe you sigh sir ? How masterly he turnes himselfe to catch me ? Rol. The way to Paradise , my gentle maide , Is hard and crooked , scarce Repentance finding , With all her holy helpes , the dore to enter . Give me thy hand , what dost thou feele ? Ed. Your teares sir. You weepe extreamly ; strengthen me now justice , Why are these sorrowes sir ? Rol. Thou't never love me If I should tell thee , yet there 's no way left Ever to purchase this blest Paradise , But swimming thither in these teares . Ed. I stagger . Rol. Are they not drops of blood ? Ed. No. Rol. Th' are for blood then For guiltlesse blood , and they must drop , my Edith , They must thus drop , ●ll I have drown'd my mischiefes . Ed. If this be true , I have no strength to touch him . Rol. I prethee looke upon me , turne not from me ; Alas I doe confesse I 'me made of mischiefe , Begot with all mans miseries upon me ; But see my sorrowes , made , and doe not thou , Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softnesse , Whose true condition , tendernesse of nature . Ed. My anger melts , Oh , I shall lose my justice . Rol. Do not thou learne to kill with cruelty , As I have done to murther with thy eyes , ( Those blessed eyes ) as I have done with malice , When thou hast wounded me to death with scorne , ( As I deserve it Lady ) for my true love , When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever , Take heed my sorrowes , and the stings I suffer ; Take heed my nightly dreames of death and horrour Persue thee not : no time shall tell thy griefes then , Nor shall an houre of joy adde to thy beauties . Looke not upon one as I kill'd thy father , As I was smear'd in blood , do not thou hate me , But thus in whitenesse of my wash't repentance , In my hearts teares and truth of love to Edith , In my faire life hereafter . Ed. He will foole me . Rol. Oh with thine angell eyes behold and close me , Of heaven we call for mercy and obtaine it ; To Justice for our right on earth and have it ; Of thee I beg for love , save me , and give it . Ed. Now heaven thy helpe , or I am gone for ever , His tongue ha's turn'd me into melting pity . Enter Hamond and Guard. Ham. Keepe the doores safe , and upon paine of death Let no man enter till I give the word . Guard. We shall sir. Exeunt . Ham. Here he is in all his pleasure ; I have my wish Rol. How now ? why dost thou stare so ? Ed. A helpe , I hope . Rol. What dost thou here ? who sent thee ? Ham. My brother , and the base malicious Office Thou mad'st me doe to Aubrey , pray . Rol. Pray ? Ham. Pray ; pray if thou canst pray , I shall kill thy soule else , Pray suddenly . Rol. Thou can'st not be so trayterous . Ham. It is a Justice ; stay Lady ; For I perceive your end ; a womans hand Must not rob me of vengeance . Ed. 'T is my glory . Ham. 'T is mine , stay , and share with me ; by the gods , Rollo , There is no way to save thy life . Rol. No ? Ham. No , it is so monstrous , no repentance cures it . Rol. Why then thou shalt kill her first , and what this blood Will cast upon thy cursed head . Ham. Poore Guard sir. Ed. Spare not brave Captaine . Rol. Feare , or the divell ha's thee . Ham. Such feare sir as you gave your honor'd mother , When your most vertuous brother , sheild like , held her ; Such I 'le give you , put her away . Rol. I will not , I will not die so tamely . Ham. Murtherous villaine , wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee . Ed. Feare not , kill him good Captaine , any way dispatch Him , my body 's honor'd with that sword that through me , Sends his blacke soule to hell : Oh , but for one hand . Ham. Shake him off bravely . Ed. He 's too strong , strike him . Ham. Oh , am I with you Sir ? now keepe you from him , What ha●s he got a knife . Ed. Looke to him Captaine , for now he will be mischievous . Ham. Do you smile Sir ? Do's it so tickle you ? have at you once more . Ed. Oh bravely thrust ; take heed he come not in Sir ; To him againe , you give him too much r●spite . Rol. Yet will you save my life , and I 'le forgive thee . And give the all● all honors , all advancements , Call thee my friend . Ed. Strike , strike , and heare him not , His tongue will tempt a Saint . Rol. Oh , for my soules sake . Ed. Save nothing of him . Ham. Now for your farewell , Are you so warry ? take you that . Rol. Thou , that too ; Oh thou hast kil'd me basely , basely , basely . Dyes . Ed. The just reward of murther falls upon thee . How doe you Sir ? ha's he not hurt you ? Ham. No , I feele not any thing . Aub. I charge you let us passe . within . Guard. You cannot yet sir. Aub. I 'le make way then . Guar. We are sworne to our Captaine , and till he give the word . Enter Sophia , Matilda , Aubrey , Lords and attendants . Ham. Now let them in there . Sop. Oh , here he lies , Sorrow on sorrow seekes me , Oh , in his blood he lyes , Aub. Had you spoke sooner This might have beene prevented ; Take the Dutchesse , And leade her off , this is no sight for her eyes Mat. Oh , bravely done wench . Ed. There stands the noble doer . Mat. My honor ever seeke thee for thy justice , Oh 't was a deed of high and brave adventure , A justice even for h●●●en ●o envy at , Farewell my sorrowes , and my teares take truee , My 〈…〉 Oh bloody Brother , Till this houre never beauteous ; till thy life , Like a full sacrifice for all thy mis●●●efes , Flow'd fro 〈…〉 ri●ers , never righteous : Oh how my eyes 〈…〉 wish then joyes how ? My longing heart even leaping out for lightnesse , But dye thy black sins with thee . I forgive thee . Aub. Who did this deed ? Ham. I , and I 'le answer it . Dies . Edi. He faints , oh that same cursed knife has kil'd him . Aub. How ? Ed. He snatch'd it from my hand , for whom I bore it , And as they grapell'd . Aub. Justice is ever equall , Had it not been on him , th'adst dy'd too honest . Did you know of his death ? Ed. Yes , and rejoyce in 't . Aub. I 'me sory for your youth then ; though the strictnesse Of Law shall not fall on you , that of life Must presently , go to a Cloyster , carry her , And there for ever lead your life in penitence . Ed. Best Father to my soule , I give you thankes , sir , And now my faire revenges have their ends , My vowes shall be my kin , my prayers my friends . Exit . Enter Latorche , and Iuglers . Lat. Stay there , I 'le step in and prepare the Duke , Nor. We shall have brave rewards ? Fis . That is without question . Lat. By this time wher 's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey ? Where 's that good Gentleman ? oh , I could laugh now , And burst my selfe with meere imagination ; A wise man , and a valiant man , a just man ; To suffer himselfe be juggl'd out of the world , By a number of poor Gipseys ? farewell Swash-buckler , For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time ; A hundred of ye I can shave as neatly , And nere draw bloud in shew : now shall my honor , My power and vertue walke alone : my pleasure Observ'd by all , all knees bend to my worship , All sutes to me as Saint of all their fortunes , Prefer'd and crowded too , what full place of credit , And what place now ? your Lordship ? no , 't is common , But that I 'le thinke to morrow on , now for my businesse . Aub. Whose there ? Lat. Dead , my Master dead ? Aubrey alive too ? Guard. Litorche , Sir. Aub. Seize his body . Lat. My Master dead ? Aub. And you within this halfe houre ; Prepare your selfe good devill , you must to it , Millions of gold shall not redeeme thy mischiefe , Behold the Justice of thy practice , villaine ; The masse of murthers thou hast drawn upon us : Behold thy doctrine ; you look now for reward , sir , To be advanc'd , I 'em sure , for all your labours ? And you shall have it , make his gallows higher By ten foot at the least , and then advance him . Lat. Mercy , mercy . Aub. 'T is too late foole , Such as you ment for mee , away with him . He is led out . What gaping knaves are these , bring 'em in fellows , Now , what are you ? Nor. Mathematitians if it please your Lordship . Aub. And you drew a figure ? Fis . We have drawn many . Aub. For the Duke , I meane ; sir Latorches knaves you are . Nor. We know the Gentleman . Aub. What did he promise you ? Nor. We are paid already . Aub. But I will see you better paid , go whip them . Nor. We do beseech your Lordship , we were hyr'd . Aub. I know you were , and you shall have your hyre ; Whip 'em extremely , whip that Doctor there , Till he record himselfe a Rogue . Nor. I am one , Sir. Aub. Whip him for being one , and when th' are whip't , Lead 'em to the gallows to see their patron hang'd ; Away with them . They are lead out . Nor. Ah , good my Lord. Aub. Now to mine own right , Gentlemen . Lord 1. You have the next indeed , we all confesse it , And here stand ready to invest you with it . Lord 2. Which to make stronger to you , and the surer , Then bloud or mischiefes dare infringe againe , Behold this Lady , Sir , this noble Lady , Full of the bloud as you are , of that neerenesse , How blessed would it be ? Aub. I apprehend you , and so the faire Matilda dare a●cept Me her ever constant servant . Mat. In all purenesse , In all humility of heart and services , To the most noble Aubrey , I submit me . Aub. Then this is our first tye , now to our businesse . Lord 1. We are ready all to put the honor on you , Sir. Aub. These sad rights must be done first , take up the bodyes , This , as he was a Prince , so Princely funerall Shall waite upon him : on this honest Captaine , The decency of armes ; a teare for him too . So , sadly on , and as we view his blood , May his Example in our Rule raise good . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A00958-e110 Hee o●fers his sword at Otto . the fa●●ion joyning , Aubrey between severs t●e brothers .