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More followers than I would pay wages to. If I stay long here without company:
I'll see if they will work upon me now.
windpipe, Honour should pull hard, ere it drew me Slit my throat. Heaven be prais'd! I hear some Into these brakes.
noise ; Vitry. Who goes there?
It may be new purchase, and then I shall have Prot. Hey ho!
fellows. Here's a pang of preferment!
Vitry. They are gone past hearing: Now to Vitry. 'Heart, who goes there?
task, De Vitry! Prot. He that has no heart to your acquain- Help, help, as you are men, help! some charitatance.
ble hand, What shall I do with my jewels and my letter? Relieve a poor distressed miserable wretch! My codpiece, that's too loose; good, my boots !- Thieves,wicked thieves, have robb’dme, bound me. Who is't that spoke to me? Here's a friend. Prot. 'Foot,
Vitry. We shall find that presently: Stand, 'Would they had gag'd you too! your noise will As you love your safety, stand!
betray us, Prot. That unlucky word
And fetch them again. Of standing, has brought me to all this. Hold, Vitry. What blessed tongue spake to me? Or I shall never stand you.
Where, where are you, sir? Vitry. I should know
Prot. A plague of your bawling throat ! That voice. Deliver !
e are well enough, if you have the grace
To be thankful for't. Do but snore to me, Enter Soldiers.
And 'tis as much as I desire, to pass Prot. All that I have
Away time with, 'till morning; then talk Is at your service, gentlemen ; and much As loud as you please. Sir, I am bound not to Good may it do you !
stir, Vitry. Zoons, down with him!
Wherefore, lie still and snore, I say. Do you prate?
Vitry. Then you have met with thieves too, I Prot. Keep your first word, as you are gentlemen,
Prot. And desire to meet with no more of them, And let me stand! alas, what do you mean ! Vitry. Alas, 2 Sold. To tie you to us,, sir, bind you in the What can we suffer more? They are far enough knot
By this time; have they not all, all that we have, Of friendship.
sir? Prot. Alas, sir, all the physic in Europe Prot. No, by my faith, have they not, sir! I Cannot bind me.
Vitry. You should have jewels about you, One trick to boot for their learning: My boots, Stones, precious stones.
sir, 1 Sold. Captain, away!
My boots ! I have sav'd my stock, and my jewels There's company within hearing; if you stay
in them, longer,
And therefore desire to hear no more of them. We are surprised,
Vitry. Now blessing on your wit, sir! what Vitry. Let the devil come, I'll pillage this frigate a little better yet. Slave was I, dream'd not of your conveyance!
2 Sold. 'Foot, we are lost! they are upon us. Help to unbind me, sir, and I'll undo you; Vitry. Ha! upon us ?
My life for yours, no worse thief than myself Make the least noise, 'tis thy parting gasp! Meets you again this night. 3 Sold. Which way shall we make, sir?
Prot. Reach me thy hands! Vitry. Every man his own!
Vitry. Here, sir, here; I could beat my brains Do you hear only bind me before you go, and
That could not think of boots, The company's past, make to this place again : Boots, sir, wide-topt boots; I shall love them This carvel should have better lading in him. The better whilst I live. But are you sure You are slow; why do you not tie harder? Your jewels are here, sir? 1 Sold. You are sure enough,
Prot. Sure, say'st thou ? ha, ha, ha! I warrant you, sir.
Vitry. So ho, illo ho! Vitry. Darkness befriend you! away!
Sold. Within.) Here, captain, here. [Ere. Sold.
Prot. 'Foot, what do you mean, sir?
Vitry. A trick to boot, say you?
Here, you dull slaves, purchase, purchase! Baw. Armies of those we call physicians ; The soul of the rock, diamonds, sparkling dia- Some with clisters, some with lettice-caps, monds !
Some posset-drinks, some pills ; twenty consultProt: I'm betray'd, lost, past recovery
ing here As you are men
About a drench, as many here to blood him ; Vitry. Nay, rook, since you'll be prating, Then comes a don of Spain, and he prescribes We'll share your carrion with you. Have you More cooling opium than would kill a Turk, Any other conveyance now, sir ?
Or quench a whore i' the Dog-days; after him i Sold. 'Foot, here are letters,
A wise Italian, and he cries, Tie unto him Epistles, familiar epistles: We'll see
A woman of fourscore, whose bones are marble, What treasure is in them. They are seal’d sure. Whose blood snow-water, not so much heat about Prot. Gentlemen!
her As you are gentlemen, spare my letters, and take As may conceive a prayer! after him,
An English doctor, with a bunch of pot-herbs, Willingly, all! I'll give you a release,
And he cries out endive and suckery, A general release, and meet you here
With a few mallow roots and butter-milk ! To-morrow with as much more.
And talks of oil made of a churchman's charity; Vitry. Nay, since
Yet still he wakes. You have your tricks, and your conveyances, 1 Cour. But your good honour We will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearch’d. Has a prayer in store, if all should fail? Prot. Hark! there comes company; you will Baw. I could have pray'd, and handsomely,
be betray'd. As you love
your safeties, beat out my brains ; And an ill memory, I shall betray you else.
3 Cour. Has spoild Vitry. Treason,
Baw. Yet if there be a man of faith i'the Unheard of treason! monstrous, monstrous vil.
And can pray for a pension-
Enter THIERRY on a bed, with Doctors and 1 Sold. If it be
Attendants. Treason, the discovery will get our pardon, 2 Cour. Here's the king, sir ; Captain.
And those that will pray without pay. Vitry. 'Would we were all lost, hang’d,
Baw. Then pray for me too. Quarter'd, to save this one, one innocent prince ! 1 Doctor. How does your grace now feel yourThierry's poison’d, by his mother poison'd !
self? The mistress to this stallion !
Thi. What's that? Who, by that poison, ne'er shall sleep again! 1 Doctor. Nothing at all, sir, but your fancy, 2 Sold. 'Foot, let us mince him by piece-meal,
Thi. Tell me, 'till he
Can ever these eyes more, shut up in slumbers, Eat himself up.
Assure my soul there is sleep? is there night 3 Sold. Let us dig out his heart
And rest for human labours? do not you With needles, and half broil him, like a mussel! And all the world, as I do, out-stare Time, Prot. Such another and I prevent you, my And live, like funeral lamps, never extinguish'd ? blood's
Is there a grave? (and do not flatter me, Settled already:
Nor fear to tell me truth) and in that grave Vitry. Here's that shall remove it!
Is there a hope I shall sleep? can I die? Toad, viper ! Drag him unto Martell !
Are not my miseries immortal ? Oh, Unnatural parricide! cruel, bloody woman! The happiness of him that drinks his water,
Omnes. On, you dog-fish, leech, caterpillar ! After his weary day, and sleeps for ever!
And gaping strangely upon one another?
When shall I rest?
Ereunt. Thi. Am I not patient? have I not endur'd
More than a mangy dog, among your doses? Enter BAWDBER and three Courtiers.
Am I not now your patient? Ye can make 1 Cour. Not sleep at all? no means ? Unwholsome fools sleep for a guarded footcloth; 2 Cour. No art can do it.
Whores for a hot sin-offering ; yet I must crave, Baw. I will assure you, he can sleep no more That feed ye, and protect ye, and proclaim ye. Than a hooded hawk; a centinel to him, Because my power is far above your searching, Or one of the city constables, are tops.
Are my diseases so ? can ye cure none, 3 Cour. How came he so;
But those of equal ignorance? Dare ye kill me? Baw. They are too wise that dare know; i Doctor. We do beseech your grace be more Something's amiss; Heav'n help all !
reclaim'd! Cour, What cure has he?.
This talk doth but distemper you..
Thi. Well, I will die,
The touch of nature in you, tenderness ! In spite of all your potions! One of you sleep; 'Tis all the soul of woman, all the sweetness : Lie down and sleep here, that I may behold Forget not, I beseech you, what are children, What blessed rest it is my eyes are robb’d of! Nor how you have groan'd for them; to what See, he can sleep, sleep any where, sleep now,
love When he that wakes for him can never slumber! They are born inheritors, with what care kept; Is't not a dainty ease?
And, as they rise to ripeness, still remember 2 Doctor, Your grace shall feel it.
How they imp out your age! and when time Thi. Oh, never, never I! The eyes of Heaven See but their certain motions, and then sleep; That as an autumn flower you fall, forget not The rages of the ocean have their slumbers, How round about your hearse they hang, like And quiet silver calms; each violence
penons ! Crowns in his end a peace; but my fix'd fires Brun. Holy fool, Shall never, never set !-Who's that?
Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd
am, Blart. No, woman,
A woman in her liberal will defeated, Mother of mischief, no! the day shall die first, In all her greatness cross’d, in pleasure blasted ! And all good things live in a worse than thou art, My angers have been laugh'd at, my ends slighted, Ere thou shalt sleep! Dost thou see him? And all those glories that had crown'd my forBrun. Yes, and curse him;
tunes, And all that love him, fool, and all live by him. Suffer'd by blasted virtue to be scatter'd: Mart. Why art thou such a monster?
I am the fruitful mother of these angers, Brun. Why art thou
And what such have done, read, and know thy So tame a knave to ask me ?
ruin ! Mart. Hope of hell,
Thi. Heav'n forgive you ! By this fair holy light, and all his wrongs,
Mart. She tells you true; for millions of her Which are above thy years, almost thy vices,
mischiefs Thou shalt not rest, not feel more what is pity, Are now apparent: Protaldye we have taken, Know nothing necessary, meet no society An equal agent with her, to whose care, But what shall curse and crucify thee, feel in thy- After the damn'd defeat on you, she trusted
self Nothing but what thou art, bane and bad con
Enter Messenger. science,
The bringing-in of Leonor the bastard, 'Till this man rest; but for whose reverence, Son to your murder'd brother : Her physician Because thou art his mother, I would say, By this time is attach'd to that damn's devil. Whore, this shall be! Do you nod? I'll waken Mess. 'Tis like he will be so; for ere we came,
Fearing an equal justice for his mischiefs, With my sword's point.
He drench'd himself. Brun. I wish no more of Heaven,
Brun. He did like one of mine then ! Nor hope no more, but a sufficient anger
Thi. Must I still see these miseries? no night To torture thee!
To hide me from their horrors? That Protaldye Mart. See, she that makes you see, sir ! See justice fall upon ! And to your misery, still see your mother, Brun. Now I could sleep too. The mother of your woes, sir, of your waking, Mart. I'll give you yet more poppy: Bring The mother of your peoples' cries and curses, Your murdering mother, your malicious mother!
Enter ORDELLA. Thi. Physicians, half my state to sleep an hour now!
And Heav'n in her embraces give him quiet! Is it so, mother?
Madam, unveil yourself. Brun. Yes, it is so, son;
Oro. I do forgive you; And, were it yet again to do, it should be. And tho' you sought my blood, yet I'll pray
foi Mart. She nods again; swinge her!
you. Thi. But, mother,
Brun, Art thou alive?
Mart. Go carry her without wink of sleep, or This snatching from me all'my youth together,
quiet, All that you made me for, and happy mothers Where her strong knave Protaldye's broke o'th' Crown'd with eternal time are proud to finish,
wheel, Done by your will ?
And let his cries and roars be musick to her! Brun. It was, and by that will —
I mean to waken her. Thi. Oh, mother, do not lose your name! for- Thi. Do her no wrong! get pot
Mart. Nor right, as you love justice !
Brun. I will think ;
Thi. Kiss me again! And if there be new curses in old nature,
Ord. The same still, still your servant. I have a soul dare send them !
Thi. 'Tis she! I know her now, Martell. Sit Mart. Keep her waking ! (Erit Brun.
down, sweet! Thi. What's that appears so sweetly? There's Oh, bless'd and happiest woman !--A dead slum
Begins to creep upon me: Oh, my jewel!
Enter Messenger and MEMBERGE.
Thi. My joys are too much for me! The heav'nly figure of her sweetness, there! Mess. Brunhalt, impatient of her constraint Forgive me, gods! it comes ! Divinest substance! Kneel, kncel, kneel, every one ! Saint of thy sex, Protaldye tortur’d, has choak’d herself. If it be for my cruelty thou comest
Mart. No more!
Her sins go with her!
1 Doctor. The queen faints too, and deadly. Sweet spirit, I am ready. She smiles on me! Thi. One dying kiss! Oh, blessed sign of peace!
Ord. My last, sir, and my dearest ! Mart. Go nearer, lady.
And now, close my eyes too! Ord. I come to make you happy.
Thi. Thou perfect woman! Thi. Hear you that, sirs ?
Martell, the kingdom's yours : Take Memberge She comes to crown my soul : Away, get sacrifice!
And keep my line alive! -Nay, weep not, lady! Whilst I with holy honours
Take me! I
go. Mart. She's alive, sir.
Ord. Take me too! Farewell, Honour! Thi, In everlasting life; I know it, friend :
(Die both. Oh, happy, happy soul !
2 Doctor. They're gone for ever. Ord. Alas, I live, sir;
Mart. The peace of happy souls go after them A mortal woman still.
Bear them unto their last beds, whilst I study Thi. Can spirits weep too?
A tomb to speak their loves whilstold Time lasteth. Mart. She is no spirit, sir; pray kiss her.- I am your king in sorrows. Lady,
Onines. We your subjects ! Be very gentle to him!
Mart. De Vitry, for your services, be near us. Thi. Stay! She's warm ;
Whip out these instruments of this mad mother And, by my life, the same lips! Tell me, bright From court, and all good people; and, because ness,
She was born noble, let that title find her Are you the same Ordella still ?
A private grave, but neither tongue nor honour! Mart. The same, sir,
And now leadon! - They that shall read this story, Whom heav'ns and my good angel stay'd from Shall find that virtue lives in good, not glory. ruin.
Dion. Sir, it is, without controversy, so meant. Enter Dion, CLEREMONT, and THRASILINE. But 'twill be a troublesome labour for him to Cle. Here's nor lords nor ladies !
enjoy both these kingdoms with safety, the right Dion. Credit me, gentlemen, I wonder at it. heir to one of them living, and living so virtuThey received strict charge from the king to at- ously; especially, the people admiring the bratend here. Besides, it was boldly published, that very of his mind, and lamenting his injuries. no officer should forbid any gentlemen, that de- Cle. Who? Philaster? sire to attend and hear.
Dion. Yes; whose father, we all know, was Cle. Can you guess the cause?
by our late king of Calabria unrighteously depoDion. Sir, it is plain, about the Spanish prince, sed from his fruitful Sicily. Myself drew some that's come to marry our kingdom's heir, and be blood in those wars, which I would give my hand our sovereign.
to be washed from, Thra. Many, that will seem to know much, Cle. Sir, my ignorance in state policy will not say, she looks not on him like a maid in love. let me know, why, Philaster being heir to one of
Dion. Oh, sir, the multitude (that seldom know these kingdoms, the king should suffer him to any thing but their own opinions) speak that, walk abroad with such free liberty. they would have; but the prince, before his own Dion. Sir, it seems your nature is more conapproach, received so many confident messages stant than tó enquire after state news. But the from the state, that I think she's resolved to be king, of late, made a hazard of both the kingdoms, ruled.
of Sicily and his own, with offering but to impriCle. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy son Philaster. At which the city was in arms, both these kingdoms of Sicily and Calabria. not to be charmed down by any state order or