you cry for something So he claps my head betweene his legges and pulles off my shooe I hauing shifted no sockes in a sea night the Gentleman cryed foh and said my feete were base and cowardly feete they stuncke for feare Then hee knock'd my shooe about my pate and I cryed O once more In the meane time comes a shag hair'd dogge by and rubbes against his shinnes The Gentleman tooke the dog in shagge-haire to be some Watch-man in a rugge gowne and swore hee would hang mee vp at the next doore with my lanthorne in my hand that passengers might see their way as they went without rubbing against Gentlemens shinnes So for want of a Cord hee tooke his owne garters off and as he was going to make a nooze I watch'd my time and ranne away And as I ranne indeede I bid him hang himselfe in his owne gatters So hee in choler pursued mee hither as you see Bel. Why this sauours of distraction Leu. Of meere distraction Fres. How soeuer it sauours I am sure it smels like a lye Bel Thou maist goe forth at the backe doore honest fellow the way is priuate and safe Fres. So it had neede for your fore-doore here is both common and dangerous Exit Belforest Leu. Good night honest Fresco Fres. Good night Madame if you get mee kissing o'Ladies againe Exit Fresco Leu. This fals out handsomely But yet the matter does not well succeed Till I haue brought it to the very deede Exit Enter Charlemont in Armes a Musquetier and a Serieant Charl. Serieant what houre o' the night is 't Ser. About one Charl. I would you would relieue me for I am So heauie that I shall ha' much adoe To stand out my perdu Thunder and Lightning Ser. I le e'en but walke The round sir and then presently returne Soul For God's sake Serieant relieue me aboue fiue houres together in so foule a stormy night as this Ser. Why t' is a musique Souldier Heauen and earth are now in consort when the Thunder and the Canon play one to another Exit Serieant Charl. I know not why I should be thus inclin'd to sleepe I feele my disposition press'd with a necessitie of heauines Souldier if thou hast any better eyes I prithee wake mee when the Serieant comes Soul Sir t' is so darke and stormy that I shall scarce eyther see or heare him e'er he comes vpon mee Charl. I cannot force my selfe to wake Sleepes Enter the ghost of Montferrers Mont. Returne to France for thy old Father 's dead And thou by murther disinherited Attend with patience the successe of things But leaue reuenge vnto the King of kings Exit Charlemont arts and wakes Charl. O my affrighted soule what fearefull dreame Was this that wak'd mee Dreames are but the rais'd Impressions of premeditated things By serious apprehension left vpon Our mindes or else th' imaginary shapes Of obiects proper to th' complexion or The dispositions of our bodyes These Can neyther of them be the cause why I Should dreame thus for my mind has not been mou'd With any one conception of a thought To such a purpose nor my nature wont To trouble me with phantasies of terror It must be something that my Genius would Informe me of Now gratious heauen forbid O! let my Spirit be depriu'd of all Fore-sight and knowledge ere it vnderstand That vision acted or diuine that act To come Why should I thinke so Left I not My worthy Father i' the kind regard Of a most louing Vncle Souldier sawst No apparition of a man Soul You dreame Sir I saw nothing Charl. Tush These idle dreames Are fabulous Our boyling phantasies Like troubled waters falsifie the shapes Of things retain'd in them and make 'em seeme Confounded when they are distinguish'd So My actions daily conuersant with warre The argument of bloud and death had left Perhaps th' imaginary presence of Some bloudy accident vpon my minde Which mix'd confusedly with other thoughts Whereof th' remembrance of my Father might Be one presented all together seeme Incorporate as if his body were The owner of that bloud the subiect of That death when hee 's at Paris and that bloud Shed here It may be thus I would not leaue The warre for reputatio'ns sake vpon An idle apprehension a vaine dreame Enter the Ghost Soul Stand Stand I say No Why then haue at thee Sir if you will not stand I le make you fall Nor stand nor fall Nay then the Diuel's damme has broke her husbands head for sure it is a Spirit I shot it through and yet it will not fall Exit The Ghost approaches Charlemont Hee fearefully auoids it Char. O pardon me my doubtfull heart was slow To credit that which I did feare to know Exeunt Actus tertii Scena prima Enter the Funerall of Montferrers D'amville SEt downe the Body Pay earth what shee lent But shee shall beare a liuing monument To let succeeding ages truely know That shee is satisfied what hee did owe Both principall and vse because his worth Was better at his death then at his birth A dead march Enter the Funerall of Charlemont as a Souldier D'am. And with his Body place that memorie Of noble Charlemont his worthie Sonne And giue their Graues the rites that doe belong To Souldiers They were Souldiers both The Father Held open warre with Sinne the Sonne with bloud This in a warre more gallant that more good The first volley D'am. There place their Armes and here their Epitaphes And may these Lines suruiue the last of graues The Epitaph of Montferrers HEre lye the Ashes of that earth and fire whose heat and fruit ded feede and warme the poore And they as if they would in sighes expire and into teares dissolue his death deplore Hee did that good freelie for goodnesse sake unforc'd for gen'rousnesse he held so deare That hee fear'd none but him that did him make and yet he seru'd him more for loue then feare So 's life prouided that though he did dye A death yet dyed not sodainely The Epitaph of Charlement HIs Body lies interr'd within this would Who dyed a young man yet departed old And in all strength of youth that Man can haue Was ready still to drop into his graue For ag'd in vertue with a youthfull eye He welcom'd it being still prepar'd to dye And liuing so though young depriu'd of breath He did not suffer an vntimely death But we may say of his braue bless'd decease He dyed in warre and yet hee dyed in peace The second volley D'am. O might that fire reuiue the ashes of This Phenix yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good and wondred at For that His liues example was so true A practique of Religion's Theorie That her Diuinitie seem'd rather the Description then th' instruction of his life And of his goodnesse was his vertuous Sonne A worthy imitatour So that on These two Herculean pillars where their armes Are plac'd there may be writ Non
leaue I prithee goe into the Buttry Thou sha't finde some o' my men there if they bid thee not welcome they are very Loggerheads Fres. If your Logger heads will not your Hoggesheads shall Madame if I get into the Buttry Exit D'am. That fellowes disposition to mirth should be our present example Let 's be graue and meditate when our affaires require our seriousnes T' is out of season to be heauily disposed Len. We should be all wound vp into the key of Mirth D'am. The Musicke there Bel. Where 's my Lord Montferrers Tell him here 's a roome attends him Enter Montferrers Mont. Heauen giue your marriage that I am depriu'd of ioy D'am. My Lord Belforest Castabella's health D'amville drinkes Set ope the Sellar dores and let this health goe freely round the house Another to your Sonne my Lord To noble Charlemont Hee is a Souldier Let the Instruments of warie congratulate his memorie Drums and Trumpets Enter a Seruant Ser. My Lord here 's one i' th' habite of a Souldier saies hee is newly return'd from Ostend and has some businesse of import to speake D'am. Ostend let him come in My soule fore-tels hee brings the newes will make our Musicke full My brothers ioy would doe 't and here comes hee will raise it Enter Borachio disguised Mont. O my spirit it does disswade my tongue to question him as if it knew his answere would displease D'am. Souldier what newes wee heard a rumour of a blow you gaue the enemie Bor T' is very true my Lord Bel. Canst thou relate it Bor. Yes D'am. I Prithee doe Bor. The enemie defeated of a faire Aduantage by a flattring stratagem Plants all th' Artillerie against the Towne Whose thunder and lightning made our bulwarkes shake And threatned in that terrible report The storme wherewith they meant to second it Th' assault was generall But for the place That promis'd most aduantage to be forc'd The pride of all their Army was drawne forth And equally diuided into Front And Rere They march'd And comming to a stand Ready to passe our Channell at an ebbe W'aduis'd it for our safest course to draw Our sluices vp and mak 't vnpassable Our Gouernour oppos'd and suffered 'em To charge vs home e'en to the Rampiers foot But when their front was forcing vp our breach At push o'pike then did his pollicie Let goe the sluices and trip'd vp the heeles Of the whole bodie of their troupe that stood Within the violent current of the streame Their front beleaguer'd twixt the water and The Towne seeing the floud was growne too deepe To promise them a safe retreate expos'd The force of all their spirits like the last Expiring gaspe of a strong harted man Vpon the hazard of one charge but were Oppress'd and fell The rest that could not swimme Were onely drown'd but those that thought to scape By swimming were by murtherers that flankerd The leuell of the floud both drow'nd and slaine D'am. Now by my soule Souldier a braue seruice Mont. O what became of my deare Charlemont Bor. Walking next day vpon the fatall shore Among the slaughter'd bodies of their men Which the full-stomack'd Sea had cast vpon The sands it was m' vnhappy chance to light Vpon a face whose fauour when it liu'd My astonish'd minde inform'd me I had seene Hee lay in 's Armour as if that had beene His Coffine and the weeping Sea like one Whose milder temper doth lament the death Of him whom in his rage he slew runnes vp The Shoare embraces him kisses his cheeke Goes backe againe and forces vp the Sandes To burie him and eu'rie time it parts Sheds teares vpon him till at last as if It could no longer endure to see the man Whom it had slaine yet loath to leaue him with A kinde of vnresolu'd vnwilling pace Winding her waues one in another like A man that foldes his armes or wrings his hands For griefe ebb'd from the body and descends As if it would sinke downe into the earth And hide it selfe for shame of such a deede D'am. And Souldier who was this Mont. O Charlemont Bor. Your feare hath told you that whereof my griefe Was loath to be the messenger Casta. O God Exit Castabella D'am. Charlemont drown'd Why how could that be since it was the aduerse partie that receiued the ouerthrow Bor. His forward spirit press'd into the front And being engag'd within the enemie When they retreated through the rising streame I' the violent confusion of the throng Was ouerborne and perish'd in the floud And here 's the sad remembrance of his life The Scarfe Which for his sake I will for euer weare Mont. Torment me not with witnesses of that Which I desire not to beleeue yet must D'am. Thou art a Scrichowle and dost come i'night To be the cursed messenger of death Away Depart my house or by my soule You 'l finde me a more fatall enemie Then euer was Ostend Be gone Dispatch Bor. Sir t' was my loue D'am. Your loue to vexe my heart with that I hate Harke doe you heare you knaue O th' art a most delicate sweete eloquent villaine Bor. Was 't not well counterfaited D'am. Rarely Be gone I will not here reply Bor. Why then farewell I will not trouble you Exit D'am. So The foundation 's laid Now by degrees The worke will rise and soone be perfected O this vncertaine state of mortall man Bel. What then it is th' ineuitable fate Of all things vnderneath the Moone D'am. T' is true Brother for healths sake ouercome your griefe Mont. I cannot sir I am vncapable Of comfort My turne will be next I feele My selfe not well D'am. You yeeld too much to griefe Lang. All men are mortall The houre of death is vncertaine Age makes sicknesse the more dangerous And griefe is subiect to distraction You know not how soone you may be depriu'd of the benefit of sense In my vnderstanding therefore you shall doe well if you be sicke to set your state in present order Make your Will D'am. I haue my wish Lights for my Borther Mont. I le withdraw a while And craue the honest counsell of this man Bel. With all my heart I pray attend him sir Exeunt Montferrers and Snuffe This next roome please your Lordship D'am. Where you will Exeunt Belforest and D'amville Leuid. My Daughter 's gone Come Sonne Mistresse Cataplasma come wee 'l vp into her chamber I 'de faine see how she entertaines the expectation of her husbands bedfellowship Rou. 'Faith howsoeuer shee entertaines it I shall hardly please her therefore let her rest Levid. Nay please her hardly and you please her best Exeunt Enter 3. Seruants dranke drawing in Fresco 1 Ser. Boy fill some drinke Boy Fresco Enough good Sir not a drop more by this light 2. Not by this light Why then put out the candles and wee 'l drinke i' the darke and t'wut old Boy Fres. No no no no no 3. Why then take thy liquour A health Fresco
the hoste of heauen forbid Knaues Rogues Bel. Pray God hee be not hurt her 's falne into the grauell pit D'am. Brother deare Brother Rascals villaines knaues Enter the Seruants with lights Eternall darkenesse damne you come away Goe round about into the grauell pit and helpe my Brother vp Why what a strange vnlucky night is this Is 't not my Lord I thinke that Dogge that howl'd the newes of griefe that fatall Scrichowle vsherd on this mischiefs Enter with the murdred body Lan. Mischeife indeed my Lord Your Brother 's dead Bel. Hee 's dead Ser. Hee 's dead D'am. Dead be your tongues Drop out mine eye-bals and let enuious Fortune play at tennis with 'em Haue I liu'd to this Malicious Nature hadst thou borne me blinde th'adst yet been something fauourable to me No breath No motion 'prithee tell me heauen hast shut thine eye to winke at murther or hast put this sable garment on to mourne at 's death Not one poore sparke in the whole spatious skye of all that endlesse number would vouchsafe to shine You vize-royes to the King of nature whose constellations gouerne mortall births where is that fatall Planet rul'd at his Natiuitie That might ha' pleas'd to light him out as well into th' world vnlesse it be asham'd To have beene the instrument of such a good mans cursed destinie Belf Passions transports you Recollect your selfe Lament him not Whether our deaths be good Or bad it is not death but life that tryes Hee liu'd well therefore questionlesse well dyes D'am. I T is an easie thing for him that has no paine to talke of patience Doe you thinke that Nature has no feeling Belf. Feeling Yes But has she purpos'd any thing for nothing What good receiues this body by your griefe Whether is 't more vnnaturall not to grieue for him you cannot helpe with it or hurt your selfe with grieuing and yet grieue in vaine D'am. Indeede had hee beene taken from mee like a piece o'dead flesh I should neither ha' felt it nor grieued for 't But come hether 'pray looke heere Behold the liuely tincture of his bloud Neither the Dropsie nor the Iaundies in 't But the true freshnesse of a sanguine red for all the fogge of this blacke murdrous night has mix'd with it For any thing I know hee might ha' liu'd till doomesday and ha' done more good then either you or I O Brother He was a man of such a natiue goodnesse as if Regeneration had beene giuen him in his mothers wombe So harmeles that rather then ha' trod vpon a worme hee would ha' shun'd the way So deerely pittifull that e're the poore could aske his charity with dry eyes hee gaue 'em reliefe wi'teares with teares yes faith with teares Belf. Take vp the Corps For wisedom's sake let reason fortifie this weakenesse D'am. Why what would you ha' mee doe Foolish Nature will haue her course in spight o'wisedome But I haue e'en done All these wordes were but a great winde and now this showre of teares has layd it I am calme againe You may set forward when you will I le follow you like one that must and would not Lang. Our opposition will but trouble him Belf. The griefe that melts to teares by it selfe is spent Passion resisted growes more violent Exeunt Manet D'amville Borachio ascends D'am. Here 's a sweete Comedie T'begins with O dolentis and concludes with ha ha he Bor. Ha ha he D'am. O my eccho I could stand reuerberating this sweete musicall ayre of ioy till I had perish'd my sound lungs with violent laughter Louely Night-Rauen th' ast seaz'd a carkasse Bor. Put him out on 's paine I lay so fitly vnderneath the bancke from whence he fell that e'er his faltring tongue could vtter double Oo I knock'd out 's braines with this faire Rubie And had another stone iust of this forme and bignesse ready that I laid i' the broken skull vpo'the ground for 's pillow against the which they thought he fell and perish'd D'am. Vpon this ground I le build my Manour-house And this shall be the chiefest corner stone Bor. T' has crown'd the most iudicious murder that The braine of man was e'er deliuer'd of D'am. I Marke the plot Not any circumstance That stood within the reach of the designe Of persons dispositions matter time or place But by this braine of mine was made An Instrumentall help yet nothing from Th' induction to th' accomplishment seem'd forc'd Or done o'purpose but by accident Bor. First my report that Charlemont was dead Though false yet couer'd with a masque of truth D'am. I and deliuer'd in as fit a time When all our mindes so wholy were possess'd With one affaire that no man would suspect A thought imploi'd for any second end Bor. Then the Precisian to be ready when Your brother spake of death to moue his Will D'am. His businesse cal'd him thither and it fell Within his office vnrequested to 't From him it came religiously and sau'd Our proiect from suspition which if I Had mou'd had beene endanger'd Bor. Then your healths Though seeming but the ordinarie rites And ceremonies due to festiuals D'am. Yet vs'd by me to make the seruants drunke An instrument the plot could not haue miss'd T' was easie to set drunkards by the eares Th 'ad nothing but their torches to fight with And when those lights were out Bor. Then darkenesse did Protect the execution of the worke Both from preuention and discouerie D'am. Here was a murther brauely carryed through The eye of obseruation vnobseru'd Bor. And those that saw the passage of it made The Instruments yet knew not what they did D'am. That power of rule Philosophers ascribe To him they call the supreame of the Starres Making their influences gouernours Of Sublunarie Creatures when their selues Are senselesse of their operations Thunder and Lightning What! Doest start at thunder Credit my beliefe t' is a meere effect of nature An exhalation hot and dry inuolu'd within a watrie vapour i' the middle religion of the ayre Whose coldnesse congealing that thicke moysture to a cloud the angry exhalation shut within a prison of contrary qualitie striues to be free and with the violent eruption through the grossenesse of that cloud makes this noyse we heare Bor. T' is a fearefull noyse D'am. T' is a braue noyse And mee thinkes graces our accomplishid proiect as a peale of Ordnance does a triumph It speakes encouragement Now Nature showes thee how it sauour'd our performance to forbeare this noyse when wee set forth because it should not terrifie my brothers going home which would haue dash'd our purpose To forbeare this lightning in our passage least it should ha' warn'd him o' the pitfall Then propitious Nature winck'd at our proceedings now it doth expresse how that forbearance fauour'd our successe Bor. You haue confirm'd mee For it followes well That Nature since her selfe decay doth hate Should fauour those that strengthen their estate D'am. Our next endeauour is since on the
Nephew Exit Charlemont Seest thou that same man Bora. Your meaning Sir D'am. That fellowes life Borachio Like a superfluous Letter in the Law Endangers our assurance Bora. Scrape him out D'am. Wut doe 't Bora. Giue me your purpose I will doe 't D'am. Sad melancholy has drawne Charlemont With meditation on his Fathers death Into the solitarie walke behind the Church Bora. The Churchyard This the fittest place for death Perhaps he 's praying Then he 's fit to die We 'l send him charitably to his graue D'am. No matter how thou tak'st him First take this Pistoll Thou knowest the place Obserue his passages And with the most aduantage make a stand That fauour'd by the darknesse of the night His brest may fall vpon thee at so neare A distance that he sha'not shunne the blow The deede once done thou mai'st retire with safety The place is vnfrequented and his death Will be imputed to th' attempt of theeues Bora. Be carelesse Let your mind be free and cleare This Pistoll shall discharge you of your feare Exit D'am. But let me call my proiects to accompt For what effect and end I haue engag'd My selfe in all this bloud To leaue a state To the succession of my proper bloud But how shall that succession be continued Not in my elder Sonne I feare Disease And weakenesse haue disabled him for issue For th' tother his loose humour will endure No bond of marriage And I doubt his life His spirit is so boldly dangerous O pittie that the profitable end Of such a prosp'rous murther should be lost Nature forbid I hope I haue a body That will not suffer me to loose my labour For want of issue yet But then 't must be A Bastard Tush they onely father bastards That father other mens begettings Daughter Be it mine owne let it come whence it will I am resolu'd Daughter Enter Seruant Seru. My Lord D'am. I prithee call my Daughter Enter Casta. Casta. Your pleasure Sir D'am. Is thy Husband i'bed Casta. Yes my Lord D'am. The euening 's faire I prithee walke a turne or two Casta. Come Iaspar D'am. No Weel ' walke but to the corner o' the Church And I haue something to speake priuately Casta. No matter Stay Exit Seruant D'am. This falles out happily Exeunt Enter Charlemont Borachio dogging him in the Churchyard The Clocke strikes twelve Charl. Twelue Bora. T' is a good houre t' will strike one anon Charl. How fit a place for contemplation is this dead of night among the dwellings of the dead This graue Perhappes th' inhabitant vvas in his life time the possessour of his owne desires Yet in the midd'st of all his greatnesse and his wealth he was lesse rich and lesse contented then in this poore piece of earth lower and lesser then a Cottage For heere he neither wants nor cares Now that his body fauours of corruption Hee enioyes a sweeter rest then e'er hee did amongst the sweetest pleasures of this life For heere there 's nothing troubles him And there In that graue lies another He perhaps was in his life as full of miserie as this of happinesse And here 's an end of both Now both their states are equall O that Man with so much labour should aspire to wordly height when in the humble earth the world's condition 's at the best Or scorne inferiour men since to be lower then a worme is to be higher then a King Bora. Then fall and rise Discharges Giues false fire Charl. What villaines hand was that saue thee or thou shalt perish They fight Bora. Zownes vnsau'd I thinke Fall Charl. What Haue I kill'd him whatsoe'er thou beest I would thy hand had prosper'd For I was vnfit to liue and well prepar'd to die What shall I doe accuse my selfe Submit me to the law and that will quickly end this violent encrease of miserie But t' is a murther to be accessarie to mine owne death I will not I will take this opportunitie to scape It may be Heau'n reserues me to some better end Exit Charlemont Enter Snuffe and Soquette into the Churchyard Soqu. Nay good Sir I dare not In good sooth I come of a generation both by Father and Mother that were all as fruitfull as Costard-mongers wiues Snu. Tush then a Timpanie is the greatest danger can be fear'd Their fruitfulnesse turnes but to a certaine kind of flegmatique windie disease Soqu. I must put my vnderstanding to your trust Sir I would be loath to be deceiu'd Snu. No conceiue thou sha't not Yet thou shalt profit by my instruction too My bodie is not euery day drawne dry wench Soqu. Yet mee thinkes Sir your want of vse should rather make your body like a Well the lesser t' is drawne the sooner it growes dry Snu. Thou shalt try that instantly Soqu. But we want place and opportunity Snu. We haue both This is the backe side of the House which the superstitious call Saint Winifrea' Church and is verily a conuenient vnfrequented place Where vnder the close Curtaines of the night Soqu. You purpose i' the darke to make me light Pulles out a sheete a haire and a beard But what ha' you there Snu. This disguise is for securitie sake wench There 's a talke thou know'st that the Ghoast of olde Mon ferrers walks In this Church he was buried Now if any stranger fall vpon vs before our businesse be ended in this disguise I shall be taken for that Ghoast and neuer be call'd to examination I warrant thee Thus wee shall scape both preuention and discouerie How doe I looke in this habite wench Saq. So like a Ghost that notwithstanding I haue som fore-knowledge of you you make my haire stand almost an end Snu. I will try how I can kisse in this beard O fie fie fie I will put it off and then kisse and then put it on I can doe the rest without kissing Enter Charlemont doubtfully with his sword drawne is vpon them before they are aware They runne out divers waies and leaue the disguise Charl. What ha' wee heere a Sheete a haire a beard What end was this disguise intended for No matter what I 'le not expostulate the purpose of a friendly accident Perhaps it may accommodate my scape I feare I am pursued For more assurance I 'le hide mee heere i' th Charnell house this conuocation-house of dead mens sculles To get into the Charnell house he takes holde of a Death's head it slips and staggers him Death's head deceiu'st my hold Such is the trust to all mortalitie Hides himselfe in the Charnell house Enter D'amville and Castabella Casta. My Lord The night growes late Your Lordship spake of something you desir'd to moue in priuate D'am. Yes Now I 'le speake it Th' argument is loue The smallest ornament of thy sweet forme that abstract of all pleasure can command the sences into passion and thy entire perfection is my obiect yet I loue thee with the freedome of my reason I can giue thee
that great action vnder the fall and ruine of it selfe Doctor My Lord These bodies are depriu'd of all the radicall abilitie of Nature The heat of life is vtterly extinguish'd Nothing remaines within the power of man that can restore them D'am. Take this gold extract the Spirit of it and inspire new life into their bodies Docto. Nothing can my Lord D'am. You ha'not yet examin'd the true state and constitution of their bodies Sure you ha'not I 'le reserue their waters till the morning Questionlesse their vrines will informe you better Docto. Ha ha ha D'am. Do'st laugh thou villaine must my wisedome that has beene the obiect of mens admiration now become the subiect of thy laughter Rous. Ooh Dies All Hee 's dead D'am. O there expires the date of my posteritie Can Nature be so simple or malicious to destroy the reputation of her proper memorie Shee cannot Sure there is some power aboue her that controules her force Doctor A power aboue Nature Doubt you that my Lord Consider but whence Man receiues his body and his forme Not from corruption like some wormes and Flies but onely from the generation of a man For Nature neuer did bring forth a man without a Man Nor could the first Man being but the passiue Subiect not the actiue Mouer be the maker of himselfe So of necessitie there must be a Superiour power to Nature D'am. Now to my selfe I am ridiculous Nature thou art a Traytour to my soule Thou hast abus'd my trust I will complaine to a superiour Court to right my wrong I 'le proue thee a forger of false assurances In yond' Starre chamber thou shalt answere it Withdraw the bodies O the sence of death begins to trouble my distracted soule Exeunt Enter Iudges and Officers 1. Iudg. Bring forth the malefactors to the Barre Enter Cataplasma Soquette and Frisco Are you the Gentlewoman in whose house The murders were committed Catap. Yes my Lord 1. Iud. That worthie attribute of Gentrie which Your habite drawes from ignorant respect Your name deserues not nor your selfe the name Of woman Since you are the poyson that Infects the honour of all womanhood Catap. My Lord I am a Gentlewoman yet I must confesse my pouertie compels my life to a condition lower then my birth or breeding 2. Iudg. Tush we know your birth 1. Iudg. But vnder colour to professe the Sale Of Tyres and toyes for Gentlewomens pride You draw a frequentation of mens wiues To your licentious house and there abuse Their Husbands Frisco Good my Lord her rent is great The good Gentlewoman has no other thing to liue by but her lodgings So she 's forc'd to let her fore-roomes out to others and her selfe contented to lie backwards 2. Iudg. So 1. Iudg. Heere is no euidence accuses you For accessaries to the murder yet Since from the Spring of lust which you preseru'd And nourish'd ranne th' effusion of that bloud Your punishment shall come as neare to death As life can beare it Law cannot inflict Too much seueritie vpon the cause Of such abhor'd effects 2. Iudg. Receiue your sentence Your goods since they were gotten by that meanes Which brings diseases shall be turn'd to th' vse Of Hospitalles You carted through the Streetes According to the common shame of Strumpets Your bodies whip'd till with the losse of bloud You faint vnder the hand of punishment Then that the necessarie force of want May not prouoke you to your former life You shall be set to painefull labour whose Penurious gaines shall onely giue you foode To hold vp Nature mortifie your flesh And make you fit for a repentant end All O good my Lord 1. Iud. No more away with 'em Exeunt Enter Languebeau Snuffe 2. Iudg. Now Monsieur Snuffe A man of your profession found in a place of such impietie Snuffe I grant you The place is full of impuritie So much the more neede of instruction and reformation The purpose that caried me thither was with the Spirit of conuersion to purifie their vncleanenesse and I hope your Lordship will say the law cannot take hold o' me for that 1. Iudg. No Sir it cannot but yet giue me leaue To tell you that I hold your warie answere Rather premeditated for excuse Then spoken out of a religious purpose Where tooke you your degrees of Schollership Snuffe I am no Scholler my Lord To speake the sincere truth I am Snuffe the Tallow-Chandler 2. Iudg. How comes your habite to be alter'd thus Snuff My Lord Belforest taking a delight in the cleanenesse of my conuersation withdrew mee from that vncleane life and put me in a garment fit for his societie and my present profession 1. Iudg. His Lordship did but paint a rotten post Or couer foulenesse fairely Monsieur Snuffe Backe to your candle-making You may giue The world more light with that then either with Instruction or th' example of your life Snuffe Thus the Snuffe is put out Exit Snuffe Enter D'amville distractedly with the hearses of his two Sonnes borne after him D'am. Iudgement Iudgement 2. Iud. Iudgement my Lord in what D'am. Your Iudgements must resolue me in a case Bring in the bodies Nay I will ha 't tried This is the case my Lord My prouidence eu'n in a moment by the onely hurt of one or two or three at most and those put quickly out o' paine too marke mee I had wisely rais'd a competent estate to my posteritie And is there not more wisedome and more charity in that then for your Lordship or your Father or your Grandsire to prolong the torment and the rack of rent from age to age vpon your poore penurious Tenants yet perhaps without a pennie profit to your heire Is 't not more wiser more charitable Speake 1. Iud. He is distracted D'am. How distracted Then you ha' no Iudgement I can giue you sence and solide reason for the very least distinguishable syllable I speake Since my thrift was more iudicious then your Grandsires why I would faine know why your Lordship liues to make a second generation from your Father and the your Father and the whole frie of my posteritie extinguish'd in a moment Not a Brat left to succeede me I would faine know that 2. Iudg. Griefe for his children's death distempers him 1. Iudg. My Lord we will resolue you of your question In the meane time vouchsafe your place with vs D'am. I am contented so you will resolue me Ascends Enter Charlemont and Castabella 2. Iudg. Now Monsieur Charlemont You are accus'd Of hauing murder'd one Borachio that Was seruant to my Lord D'amville How can You cleare your selfe guiltie or not guiltie Charl. Guilty of killing him but not of murder My Lords I haue no purpose to desire Remission for my selfe D'amville descends to Charl D'am. Vnciuill Boy Thou want'st humanitie to smile at griefe Why doest thou cast a chearefull eye vpon the obiect of my sorrow my dead Sonnes 1. Iudg. O good my Lord Let Charitie forbeare To vexe the