Yet of those goods committed to my charge Haue I made bolde so much as I haue said To free my life from further preiudice Alu. How art thou free when Alua is not fee'd Fac. I hope my Lord one ransome will suffice For one poore life Alu. That ransome let me see Fac. T is paide my Lord to Sancto Danila Alu. That which he hath is his and none of mine vnlesse thou canst transforme vs and of two Make but one person goe to trifle not But shew me how I may be satisfied Or bide the perrill that ensues thereon Fac. More satisfaction than I haue my Lord I cannot giue how ere you torture me Alu. That will we try if roape and Gibbet holde Let him indure the punishment he needes Will wilfully impose vpon himselfe Fac. Oh that you would at once with ruthles steele Carue vp my brest and let my bloud suffice To quench your thirst for that I cannot giue Alu. So let him downe stand off and giue him ayre Speake now and tell vs where thy coyne is hid Fac. Will yee beleeue me if I speake the truth Alu. So it be truth which thou intendes to speake Fac. As I doe hope this troubled soule of mine Which now is ready to forsake this flesh Shall finde a resting place with my redeemer The coyne you seeke and all the coyne I haue Lyes in the Coffers of proude Danila Alu. Lye there and pine then for deluding me Exit Enter Verdugo Fac. Heere comes another many strokes at last Cut downe the strongest Oake much more the tree Hath but a few yeares growth and that by stormes And often whirle-windes shaken and decayed Ver. Hast thou bin lately falne into the hands Of such as haue had ryfling of thy purse Fac. I haue good Sir Ver. What art a Cittizen Fac. Euen what ye will a miserable man Ver. It seemes I come too late to profit by thee Fac. You may immagine by my sicke faint speech And by my faltring limmes distract and seuer'd Whether I haue bin tortur'd yea or no Ve. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadst Fac. They did and had it Ver. Nothing then remaines Fac. Nothing but this poore miserable life Which I would gladly were surrendred too Ver. They for that thou hadst did torture thee I see that thou hast not heere wee 'll put A period to thy daies Hang him out-right And so speed all whose naked indigence Haue not to feede Verdugo for expence Exit Fac. My destiny was to dye this shamefull death Which I accept with thankes to him that giues it And England now and London both farewell Let after times of Spanish rygor tell Hang him Enter Van End and a Burgers wife Van. Thus will I feast my selfe with Antwerpes spoile And glut my pyning soule with tragicke Actes Say pamperd Froe where is thy treasure hid Speake truth or breath thy last vpon this steele The bloudy temper'd torment of this towne I le batter downe your pride from whence it came And with your ornaments adorne vast hell wif. Spare me Van End I am a harmeles woman Astonisht vnto death with frighting wordes Refraine thy deedes and let the stronger sort Be miserable patients of thy wrath Van. Pittie preuailes not treasure is the fee That bribes the terror of my threatning brest And therefore speake else hast thou spoke thy last wife Within that vault lyes all my wretched wealth My golde my plate my Iewels all are there Van. Then there that heape of glorie lyes for me Which is the way She pushes him downe wif. That is the cursed way Goe thou accurst into that shade of hell The Image of that euerlasting night Where thy damn'd ghoast must dwel exempt from light Enter Stumpe Stum. What stirre is heere what discontented rumor Sendes second message to my dull strucke dayes Accustom'd to the screeching yell of death Lady what grieuance what is there to doe wif. Oh gentle Soldier heauen hath got me triumph Ouer that hell-borne furie damn'd Van End That solde the beautie of this famos towne And rauisht Antwerpe of her Maiden ioy Stum. For Gods sake let me come plague the dog I le stone the Iew to death and paint this Vault With the vnhallowed bloud of wicked treason Heere weare this waightie Iewell in thy hat The towne hath sent it for a token slaue Throw stones I bought this with the goate you gaue me sir Another sto Soldiers must loath despis'd ingratitude This woman for her ransome sends you this another Giue these two vnto Charon for your passing another And with this last present grim Belzebub another So sleepe thy soule with princely Lucifer And take such fare as treason will affoord Come Lady thus you see good friends must part Lament not for his losse his tyme was come And friendes from friends must eyther goe or run Enter three or four soldiers 1 Sol. You see that all is lost all spoilde and sackt What thinke you the best course to get away 2 Sol. Is there no place of strength nor hope of safetie 3 Sol. No hope but death for three daies being past Since the first entred now being in colde bloud The Spaniard is as hot in execution As the first houre he entred on the towne 1 Sol. Like maymed men let 's passe out one by one The safest way and with the least suspect 2 Sol. Disseuering of ourselues and knowne for Wallons ther 's not a man of vs shal passe the gates Enter Stumpe and hearing them 3 Sol. And if we troope thus as we doe together We shall be put to swoord immediately 1 Sol. It were best to seeke some low part of the wall On the moate side and so escape by swimming 2 Sol. The Courts of guard and Sentenels are kept And there 's no hope of that Stumpe Harke you hark you whether wil you flye I wold know that sbloud whether whether ha where will you be releiu'd there 's not a towne dare receiue you the Spaniard has all the country you cannot stragle a foote out of the walles but your throates are cut what haue you to carry with you but your scuruie notch'd limmes you damn'd roagues whether will you goe to feede Wolues A you whorson rascals and though these villanos Burgers haue by their owne securitie beene the destruction of the Cittie a pox on them yet it will bee laide to our charge because we were in it 1 Sol. By the mas the olde Lieuetenant sayes true it wil be so indeed Stum. You are all Wallons but in the miserablest case that euer poore slaues were in for you see that if any man hate a man call him but Wallon the Spaniards cut his throate what country-man so ere he be 2 Sol. Nay it is very true it is most sure Stu. The Dutch on the other side they hate you worse then Deuils because the Spaniards entred where you kept the Trenches 3 Sol. Villaines doe questionles nay it is certaine Stum. What will you doe
liberall mindes will scorne t' impose The sweat of bloudie daunger on the brow Of any man but you 'l reward him for it He shall at least when he hath lost his limmes Be sent for harbour to a spittle-house How say yee shall he not Good reason then But we should venture yes to laugh at you Whilst we beholde the Spaniard cut your throates An obiect base mechanicke set aworke A swettie Cobler whose best industrie Is but to cloute a Shoe shall haue his fee But let a Soldier that hath spent his bloud Is lame'd diseas'd or any way distrest Appeale for succour then you looke a sconce As if you knew him not respecting more An Ostler or some drudge that rakes your kennels Than one that fighteth for the common wealth Bur. It is thy countrie that doth binde thee to it Not any imposition we exacte Stum. Bindes me my country with no greater bondes Than for a groate to fight then for a groate To be infeebled or to loose a limme Poore groates-worth of effection Well I le learne To pay my debt and to measure my desert According to the rate a groate I had And so much as a groate amounts vnto you My swoord shall pay ye in exchange of blowes Exeunt Enter two Cittizens Cham. Cittizens how now 1 Cit. Oh Monsieur Champaigne We are vndone for want of discipline 2 Cit. The Spaniards hurrie into euerie streete What shall we doe for safeguard of our liues Bur. What shall yee doe stand euery man at 's doore And take in 's hand a Holbert or browne bill And studie to defend him as he may Cha. I heare them comming let vs shift away Exeunt In the Alarum Alua and Danila pursue Marques Hauurie and Count Egmont furiouslie Alu. Marques d' Hauurie stay thou canst not scape Dan. And stay Count Egmont Danilaes conquering sword Pursues thy life therfore abide and yeeld it Maâ—. Insatiate Alua that like Sun-rise ground Neuer suffis'd with sweetest shewers that fall But with a thousand mouthes gapes still for more So thy desire of bloud nere satisfied With the rich tribute of so many liues Whose guiltles bloud hath dyed poore Belgius checkes And chang'd her like a drunken Bacchanall Still with a thousand quenchles appetites Dost thirst for more as if that epithite Were the sole obiect of thy hearts best hopese Know Tyrant Marques Hauurie flyes thee not As fearing all the vttermost thou canst But the oppression of vnequall power False treason that betrayed our liues to thee And the sharpe scourge that fond securitie Hath iustlie throwne on Antwerpes wilfulnes Egm. These are the sluices that haue brought on vs The swelling pride and tyranie of Spaine Which Antwerpe careles off although fore-warnde By many bleeding instances about her Could not nay would not be aduis'd at all Tell me but this Alua and Danila both What state is there be it nere so populare Abounding in the height of fortunes giftes And all felicities of worldlie Pompe That sees sad desolation sit in teares Vpon her neighbour Citties warres keene edge Hath furrowed through their entrailes let them blood In euerie artire that maintaineth life Yet will not dread her daunger to be neere But warme her at their fiers sing at their sighes Reuelling in her countlesse vanities As a perpetuall date were set thereon Tell me I say you that haue seene all this And as deuils Saints in the blacke Kallender Of wretchedst woe may truelie be set downe As Authors of these sad confusions Doe not you deeme that state well worth the illes That this remissenes brought vpon the rest Mar. They cannot but confesse so much Count Egmont Eg, If this be graunted what 's your glorie then An armed man to kill an naked soule A thousand Sickles thrust into a field Of Summer ripened and resistles corne A mightie tide to ouer-run a land Where no defence or bancke to keepe it backe This is your honor this their miserie That are not conquer'd but dye wilfullie Alu. Warre taketh holde on all aduantages Mar. What neede aduantage where is no resist Dan. So much the better this is our discipline Therefore submit or dye Mar. Not while I haue a hand to lift my swoord Alu. Nor you Count Egmont Egm. Alua nor I Egmont will with honour both liue and dye The Alarum againe and Champaigne is pursued in by Romero Verdugo and Van End where he is slaine so is the Marques Hauurie and all engirting Count Egmont Alua steps to defend him they strike at him Alu. Holde when I bid ye strike yee all at mee Dan. Why stands thou then to guard an enemie Alu. Because I will honor encites me to it The honor of this worthie Noble-man And his high spirit euen in the face of death Yeeld thee braue Egmont Alua doth intreate thee In pittie of thy bolde aduenturous youth And hopefull Fortunes shining in thine eyes Thou seest these slaine yet will saue thy life Thou seest me wounded to preserue thy life I that was neuer pittifull before Am forc't to pitty thee what wouldst thou more Egm. Such pitty Alua as thou shewedst my Father And Noble Horne such thou intendst to me Therfore proceede neuer pitty me They offer at him agen Alu. Strike not I charge ye come Egmont come Is weare that thou shalt yeeld strike spare me not Alas thou art too faint come yeeld thee now Striuing to get againe his weapons I faith I will not hurt thee So haue done Nay no more weapons thou art my prisoner And I will vse thee verie honorablie Egm. Alua let foorth my life then thou honorst me Alu. Not for the world prisoner thou shalt to Spaine And there be entertain'd to thy desertes Now pittie packe from Aluaes hart againe Against my nature once I lookt on thee For this Counts sake now to the desarts flye For hauocke spoile and murder now I crye Exeunt Champaignes wife hurried by two rascall Solders Lad. Haue mercie on a woman I beseech you As you are men and Soldiers If you be christians doe not doe me shame 1 Sold Search her 1 Sold. Zwonds turne her inside outward 1 Sold. Ransacke her euerie part of her Enter Stump La. For manhood spare me They stand to search her Stum. How nimblie death be-stirs him euery where And I that am a wearie of my life And would faine dye I cannot Death is so proude he will not looke on me These muddie roagues that hoorded vp their coyne Now haue their throates cut for the coyne they haue They that for two pence would haue seene me starue And still my olde rotten stump and I Trot vp and downe as long as we can wag They begin to strip her La. As you are men be mercifull to me 1 Sol. Cast lots who shall haue her 2 Sol. I le giue thee my share for thy part 1 Sol. I le haue my share in her 2 Sol. Off with her Iewels Stum. How now two Soldiers ransacking a woman O t is Champaignes wife
then here is my poore stumpe and I haue stumbled through a thousand shot yet we halt together there was neuer one poore peece of Timber has been so sindg'd as it has been zbloud it has been foure times a fire vnder me and yet we scramble together trotting trotting You 'll bee staru'd euerie mothers Sonne of yee and worried with dogs and yet you 'll flye 1 Sol. Why Lieuetenant Vaughan what would yee haue vs doe Stum. Dye like men what should we doe if there were any hope of safety but there is not there is not 2 Sol. Leiuetenant Vaughan leade vs and wee 'll follow you to the death 3 Sol. Wee 'll not forsake you to the last gaspe Stum. Yes I le halt before you follow mee as straight as you can 1 Sol. Yes and cut some of their throates before wee dye Stum. They say the Spaniards and their whoores are at dice vpon the Change I le lay my wodden legge afore them cast at it who will but who stands there Enter the Captaine Cap. It is Leiuetenant Vaughan as I take it Leiuetenant what newes Stum. What newes quoth our Captaine where haue you been Cap. I tooke the Friery to escape the Spaniards Stum. Well haue seene the day Captaine you had rather been a cuting throates then at a Masse t was not deuotion draue you to the place so Captaine Captaine the world is turn'd doe you remember the groate they offered me when you came to trayne Soldiers ha giue him a groate ha ha I haue since that seene their Mistresses setting-sticke lug'd by a lowzy Lackey as naked as a new shau'd Water-dog Lord why went you to the Fryery why to the Fryerie Cap. What should I doe when the poore Wallons fighting at the Trenches The Spaniards entring on the counterscarfe Had not a Soldier sent to second them The great swolne bellyed Burgers get browne Billes As to driue rascall beggers from their doores The madding people so amaz'd with feare That turning head with euery little noise Stopt vp the entrance of the streetes with throngs That when Count Egmont Hauury and the rest Call'd to the Burgers for supplyes of men The vncertaine murmure of the multitude Increast but the confusion of the towne The villanous and dastard recreant Almaines Kneele to the Spaniards casting downe their armes Stum. A those Almaines those Almaines they cryed liue Spaniards a vengeance take them they were cal'd hygh Almaines but they are low enough now for a number of them are cut off by the waste you may call them blanch'd Almaines and you wil for their guts are blanch'd about their heeles Cap. By these disorders of witlesse Townes-men Perceiuing that the Spaniards would preuaile What should I doe but shift to saue my life Stu. Capt. your life 's in as great danger now as ere it was The Spaniard is as cruell in colde bloud as ere he was O Captaine Captaine where is Antwerpe now It is my natiue place where should I then be free If made a slaue where I was freelie borne Ther 's not a towne almost in Brabant now That giues a man the safety of a night What should we then doe liuing Haue you and I seene that that we haue seene And come to this If you reserue the courage you were wont Of a braue Soldier and a Gentleman Let 's doe something yet worthy the talking of I haue wonne a companie of poore hurt Soldiers Yet able to welde weapons and to fight 1 Sol. And we will follow you liue or dye 2 Sol. Loue life and loue death 3 Sol. Through Aluas quarter Stum. Why brauely spoke If you will take such part then as we doe Helpe me to leade these stragling companies And wee 'll amongst their quarters ere we dye Cap. My hand and heart and doe engage my soule Stu. Why then come lads why this is resolu'd like men If we must goe wee 'll goe together then Exeunt Enter two soldiers leading in the fat Burger in a Corde 1 Sol. Confesse ye slaue where thou hast hid thy money Or we will hang thee on a Gibbet straight Bur. That euer I was borne Gentlemen beleeue me I haue no more than what I tolde you of Some thousand Gilders in my counting house 2 Sol. You haue no more than Burg. Not as I haue faith To God and to the safetie of my Country 2 Sol. Then hang him presentlie Bur. Nay curteous Gentlemen As you are Spaniards famous for your actes Let me not dye 1 Sol. The roague would flatter vs Sirra immagine t is too weake a key To tune our hearts to when the cryes of Babes Screekes of distressed women and olde men Haue not preuail'd to quallifie our rage Let vs dispatch him Bur. Gentlemen but heare me 2 Sol. If thou canst tell vs where thy treasure 's hid Or else for euer let thy lips be dumbe Bur. Alas would yee haue me lye 1 Sol. Stay fellow Soldier I haue bethought me of a prettie tricke To sift this butter-box a better way Wee 'll tye him by the thumbes vnto this poast And tickle him vntill he doe confesse 2 Sol. Content yfaith so at the least suppose We get no money yet we shall haue sport Bur. Nay Gentlemen 1 Sol. Sirra apply your wits Or with my swoord I le hacke your Filchers off Bur. O that I were in 'th bottom of my Seller 2 Sol. Is thy money hid there speake Bur. No truelie sir But then I hope I should not hang by th thumbes 1 Sol. He dallyes with vs tickle him a good Bur. Oh God God what shall I do sweet gentlemen They tickle him 2 Sol. Confesse then sirra Bur. O Lord I shall sound By these ten endes I haue nor plate nor coyne Your Generall and Countrimen haue all Alarum enter Stumpe and Captaine the Spaniards fly Cap. What haue we heer a Burger tyed by th thumbs Stum. It is the Tallow-cake the Rammish Fat That would not giue a penny to a Soldier I know him well now Sir how feele your selfe Bur. Oh Gentlemen neuer so much distrest Stum. Your greazie panch will not defend you then Bur. Not from these Spaniards they are deuils I think Nay farre more couetous than deuils of hell Stum. You cannot satisfie them with a groate But if I should requite thy vilde contempt Heere should I leaue thee that as thy treasure Has bin a pray to their deuouring lust So in this dung-hill of thy carryon flesh Their rauenous swoords might finde a durtie feast For naught but draffe art thou composed of Nor fit for any thing but to feede wormes Yet thou shalt finde a difference twixt my thoughts And the base temper of thy muddy minde Goe liue if thou canst scape their bloudie hands Till want and beggerie cut short thy daies Bur. I thanke you sir I haue for all their threates One bag of Dollors cast into a well And that I le giue yee for this friendlie succour Stu. Hence tumbrell from my sight when
euer man would haue eaten vp the Caniballes t was he 1 Cit. I feare nothing but one 2 Cit. What 's that 1 Cit. That the people will curse him out of 's graue 2 Cit. I am glad they haue curst him into it 3 Cit. Well it was neuer heard that Dalua was dead But there was some notable villanie followed it 1 Cit. What dost thou thinke he will reuiue againe 2 Cit. If doe the deuil 's on 't I le neuer trust death on 's word for a halfe pennie 3 Cit. Come wee 'll mourne in sacke for him Exeunt Bur. Come let 's retyre our selues into the State-house T is Daluas body brought into the Castle Exeunt Dan. March neerer to the Castle with your hearse Before you set it downe Alu. in the hearse What are those villaines gone that rayl'd vpon me Sould. They are my Lord Alu. Set downe and let me light He comes from vnder the hearse I would not heare my selfe againe so rayl'd on Not for halfe Belgia Zwounds the dogs barke at me a plague vpon them all I thinke they doe not hate the Deuill so Dalua is neuer nam'd but with a curse Thinke but these rogues this is a tyme to dye And heare these damned dogs reuile me thus Well I am dead but Aluas spirit ere long Shall haunt your ghostes and with a fatall troope Come in the dreadfull night about your walles Grimme death did nere affright the fearfull martiall As I will fright these Bouzing Begians Whos 's that aboue Lord Sancto Danila Dan. My Lord of Alua enter the Castle Alua enters and his troope Enter Alonzo Verdugo and his Soldiers with a still march O the Lord Verdugo and his Regiment From Mascricht t is well Enter Iulian Romero and his power with a still march Iulian Romero and his Regiment from Leyre My Lord Romero where is Don Emanuell To bring the power that we expect from Alst. Rom. Who 's that Lord Sancto Danila Hee 's entred on the other side the Castle With all his power Dan. Not yet full ten my minde presageth good Antwerpe ere night shall bath her selfe in bloud Exunt Enter Marques d'Hauurye Egmount Champaigne Van End and his Page English Gouernor and one Burger Mar. Monsieur Champaigne great Antwerpes Gouernour Will you refuse these faire and fresh supplyes Sent from the Prince of Orenge and the States Vnder our Conduct for your Citties guard Cham. Lord Marques Hauurye we reiect them not Nor yet neglect the loue of that great Prince And our kinde friend the Co-vnited States But since we haue no neede of such a power Why should we pester Antwerpe with such troupes To spend the victuals of the Cittizens Which we can scarcely compasse now for gilt Egm. The Prince States will furnish yee with store To feede the Army and relieue the Towne Cham. It may be so Bur. And it may not be so Mar. Outwords and honours be engag'd for it Eng. Gou. Vnder correction my Lord Gouernour The Marques and Count Egmonts noble words Although the Prince of Orenge and the States Should be forgetfull were a pawne of worth Mar. What sayes the Collonell of the Almaines to it Van. This is Van Ends opinion my good Lord That the rich promise of such noble Peeres As Marques Hanurie and Count Egmont are Is pawne enough for all the Citties wealth Bur. The Almaine lyes wealth is worth more than wordes Standing aside Cham. I way their promise with my sound beliefe And tye my thoughts to their assured trust Yet are there many reasons of import To barre your Armies entrance to this towne Egm. The graund obiection is decyded Cham. True Egm. The lesser then are easily refeld Cham. Suppose the Prince States do Victuall them Yet their disorder in our Ciuell streetes May be pernicious and breede mutinie Mar. By this supposall you enfeeble vs And taxe our worth with indiscretion As though our skill and our Authority Stood vpon bases of weake discipline Bur. We said not so and yet their ryotings May taynt our wiues and ieoperdize our wealth Van. In silence be it my Lord you need thē not To cham aside Egm. All ryots shall be death by martiall law And all commaunders shall be vigilent Ouer their troopes that order may he kept Cham. My Lords of Egmount and of Hauurye What are your numbers Mar. Iust 3000 foote One thousand horse 800. at the least Eng Gou. An honourable tender of true friends To send such ayde for safeguard of your Citty Aside Bur. T will will shake our bags too much to pay so many Cham. At whose expence shall all this army rest Egm. Some part your selues some part the Prince will pay Cham. Sixe hundred Almaignes are our garison A guard sufficient to defende our walles And men enough because we need no more Bur. And they too many to be paide by vs Van. O may these slaues refuse this succour sent Their myserie shall bring their miserie Aside Mar. Count Egmont surelie Antwerpe is bewitcht Securitie hath slaine their prouidence Take Egm. aside And riches makes them retchles of their friends We must assume the charge vpon ourselues And pray the Prince and States to beare the pay Or else their priuate auarice will pull Publicke destruction on this flower of townes To the disgrace of all the Netherlands Egm. I will make tender of so much to them Two monthes the Prince of Orenge and the States And we our selues will pay foure thousand men If afterward our powers be not of vse We shall withdraw them to their Prouinces May this content you curious Cittizens Cham. The offer is so Honorable now As modestly we cannot challenge it Captaine Cornelius what 's your counsell Van. This Say that you feare the Spaniards will conceiue Aside to Champ. Some high displeasure if you take them in My Lords these fat purs'd peasants are so proude Friends and defence are lesse esteem'd then pelfe Mar. Gouernor of Antwerpe how are you resolu'd Cham My Lords the Prince of Orenge and your selues And all the States deserue our dutious loue And humble seruice first for sending power Then promising pay and victuals for that power But with your pardon yet there is a let That makes vs loath to take your armie in Egm. What let Champaigne Champ. The Spanish Gouernor Danila commaunder of the Castle heere If we receiue your troopes into our Towne Will iudge we haue some purpose of reuolt And raising armes against the King of Spaine Mar. What if he doe Cham. His fierie spirit enflam'd Will send our bullets from the Cittadell And teare the sumptuous buildings of our towne Bur. As late he did when we were banqueting And thought no harme but drinking health to health He shot and slew some innocent poore soules And rent our State-house and some buildings else Van. Hee 'll rend you better if our purpose holde Egm. What was the cause Cham. Because we did not sincke The Prince of Orenge Ships that lay to waft Prouision to our
be surpriz'd by them Da. Is there no Fortresse neere nor house of strength Where I may leaue my Loue till this blacke cloude Of swolne Hostilitie be ouer-blowne Sold. Not any good my Lord leade on your troopes Dan. Then rather than another shall inioy What Danila held esteemed in his eye Heere it began and heere my loue shall dye Shootes her with a Pistoll Another Stab her Father both combinde By natures lawes by natures law shall end Exeunt Stab the olde man Enter Leiutenant Vaughan and Captaine Vaugh. Yet is not Antwerpe quite bereft of life So long as we two breath to stand for her Nor shall her ransacke passe without some right Of iust reuenge witnes this last assault Wherein the Scales of Iustice haue been fill'd With at the least a hundred Spaniards liues That thought their victorie to be secure But who are these a Burger and with him His tender daughter hauing both sustain'd The heauy stroake of death Cap. I knew them well They were my neighbors neere vnto the Burse Vau. Had these gray hayres retain'd the reuerent worth Of graue experience as they might haue done And had you bin more rich in inward giftes And lesse magnificent in outward shew Then had you liu'd to dye a naturall death And you to see some of his honor'd yeeres But pride and luxury haue euer been The gate of miserie and nurse of sinne Yet though you me contemn'd I grieue your fall And will in pitty giue you buriall Exeunt Enter Lenchy and Martin two little children running Mar. Alas poore Lenchy whether shall we goe Len. I cannot tell come Martin let vs hide vs Mar. Where is my Father Len. He is in our house Mar. Let vs goe thether Len. All the streete is full of Spaniards they haue kil'd Little Maria and Hans Vanderbrooke Mar. Ah whether shall we goe Len. Let 's hide vs heere no Spaniard wil come hether Mar. Nay M. Hulders Orchard is hard by Wee 'll get in there and hyd 's among the trees Len. Come let vs run A great noise as they are going Mar. Alas the Spaniard's comming what shal we doe Len. Alas poore Martin we shall both be kil'd Mar. Alas poore Lenchy kisse me prettie Sister Now we must dye Len. Let 's sit downe heere and Mart I wil clip thee in Mine armes they shall not see thee Mar. But they will kill thee Alas where is my poore old Father now and my poor mother Enter two Spaniards running with theyr swords drawne 1 Spa. Kill kill kill 2 Spa. Tue Tue Tue Tue. 1 Spa Fuora villiaco 2 Spa. Follow follow follow follow Mar. I pray you M. Spaniard hurt vs not We are poore children we haue done no harme Len. Good Gaffer doe not kill my little brother 1 Spa. Fuora villiaco sa sa sa sa Mar. Ah Master Spaniard doe not kill my Sister My father is a poore blinde man and he will dye If you kill her 2 Spa. Cut the Bastards throates The children gets fast holde and hang vpon the Spaniards Len. O kill vs not wee 'll hang vpon your armes Sweet Gaffer stay and looke me in the face Haue you the heart to kill a prettie Girle Mar. Good Master Spaniard doe not kill vs Take any thing we haue but saue our liues 1 Spa. How the young brattes cling about our swords 2 Spa. Zwounds dash out their braines Enter olde blinde Harman and his wife Har. Where are my children Martin Lenchy speake I heard you cry speake prettie soules where are you Wi. Husband Harman whether will you goe Alas you fall into the enemies hands For lacke of sight Har. My children wife my children where are they 1 Spa. Heere you blind traytor whether you shall go To your throate-cutting Mar. Heere Father heere alas we shall be kild Wif. O my sweet children 2 Sp. Out you Brabant bitch thinke you with whining To preserue your whelpes Wif. O spare the infants and the aged blinde These haue not might nor power to doe you hurt 1 Spa. Cut all their throates Har. Kill vs but let our little children liue Len. Helpe mother helpe or else we shall be kild Har. weeping Hard harted Soldiers where haue you bin bred Get honour on the proude resisting foe My selfe haue bin a Soldier as you are Now blinde with age Olde men weake women and poore wretched infants Should be respected in the heate of slaughter O doe not this foule iniurie to armes Let my poore Babies leade me to my graue Where are you my poore children Mar. Father heere Har. Where art thou Lenchy Len. Heere poore Father Har. Olde as I am and I haue tolde this towne That you should sacke it I did prophesie 2 Spa. Then Prophet didst thou prophesie of this Stabs the Children Wif. Ah bloudie Spaniard that hast slaine my children 1 Spa. Bitch art thou rayling take thou this Stabs her 2 Spa. And this Stabs him Get you together with your damned brats Har. O cruel Spaniard that dost spare no age nor sexe Where art thou wife and my poore little children Falles downe Wif. Their blessed soules in Abrahams bosome restes Their bodies lye betwixt thy selfe and me By whome these prettie wretches were begot O let me ioyne my freezing lips to thine Now farewell Antwerpe say not we did flye Where with thy fall olde yong and all must dye Enter Alua English Gouernor and soldiers Alua. Thinke yee to purchase freedome at this rate Some thriftles prodigall bestowes in wine Or spends in dalliance on his Curtizan Fiue thousand crownes I st like your store affoords No greater plentie eyther from your chestes That swell with surfet of your auarice Raine downe a larger shewer of fruitfull golde Or tender flowring pittie nere will spring Gou. I doe protest my Lord beside our Plate And housholde furniture this is the summe Of all the wealth at this time may be found Within the English-house Alu. And is not plate Good boote for Soldiers haue you that And dare yee yet pleade needie pouertie Goe fetch it me or presentlie I le send A crew of such sharpe caruers to your gate As shall anotamize your panting hearts To fill their conquering hands with wished spoiles Go. The League with Engl. gaue vs better hope Exit Alu. Talke nor of league nor England nothing sound In our warres musicke that can please the sence Vnlesse it haue the chearefull sound of golde Enter Factor What 's he examine him if he bring golde Free passage haue he but if emptie be The hollowes of his hands or cannot point By Demonstration or expresse by speech Where it is fled in this tempestious storme That we by hugging it may bannish feare And burnish her pale cheekes with firmer red Let him haue that belongs the torturing Corde Fac. Excuse my want that haue alreadie paide To Sancto Danila fiue hundred Dollors Alu. Why not as much to me Fac. I haue it not Alas my Lord consider of my state I am but Factor for another man