imaginarie sound Stand me th' art some English damned witch That from a reverend Fryer has stoln his shape To abuse me stay art gone no Hagge I will not It spake sure told me Bruce should Exit Ghost beckoning him to follow be my bane cannot shall not heaven knows such things onely Enter old Wallace his Ghost That eye hath shot me throw wounds me to death I know that face too well but 't is so gastly I 'le rather with my nayles here dig my grave Then once more behold thee Exit Ghost Part from me vext spirit my bloud turnes to water I beseech thee affright me not it 's gone Enter Peggies Ghost Peg. Alace Scotland to wham salt thou compleyne Alace fra mourning wha sall the refayne I thee beseek and for him dy'd on tree Come not nere Bruyce yet Bruyce sall not hurt thee Alace alace no man can stand 'gainst fate The dampe dew fra the heaven does gyn to faw I to my rest mim gange ere the Cock crawe Wall It was my wife what horror meete I here No Armour in the world can hold out feare Enter Grimsbie Grim. We stay for your direction Wal. Whom did you meete Grim. No body Wa. Saw ye nothing Grim. Not any thing Wa. T was my braines weaknesse then I have seene strange sights that anon I 'le tell If Grimsbie we meete never more farewell Exit Grim. Ha I am strucke dumbe oh mans slippery fate Mischiefes that follow us at our backs we shunne And are strucke downe with those we dreame not on Exit Enter Mentith and Comyne Ment. I have beside with Wallace sherife of life Held private conference who in Longshancks name Who sweares to me we shall have good preferment Beside the promist gold Enter Wallace Com. Peace Wallace comes Ment. Is the Bruyce come Wal. It is not yet his houre Ment. Who came along with you Wa. My foot-boy onely who is tying up my horse Ment. Him must I kill I 'le looke if Bruce be in sight yet Exit Wal. Do Com. Y' are sad VVa. My minde is shaken but the storme is o're A cry helpe murder within What cry is that Ment. Be arm'd Bruce with a force comes to betray thee From some villaines hand thy foot-boy is murdered VVal. Murdred Bruce shall repent this deed Both So shalt thou away with him Enter Souldiers knocke him downe hurry him away in a sound Exeunt Enter Bruce muffled with a Souldier Bru. Helpe to disguise me Souldier in exchange Take these for thine and here 's some gold to boot Soul If I be not hang'd my Lord in all my bravery I care not Bru. Phew I warrant thee Seale up thy lips and eyes thou neither seest Nor canst tell where I am Soul Not I my Lord Oh my poore wrong'd countrey pardon me heaven And with a feather pluck'd from mercies wing Brush off the purple spots that else would grow Like freckles on my soule Enter North and Clifford Soul My Lord here comes company Bru. Here quicke mine own agen and get thee gone Per. Sirra Souldier saw'st thou the Earle of Huntington Soul Huntington Cliff The Lord Bruce I meane Bru. Who cals for Bruce Per. Muffled up and alone I 'le to the King Exit Cliff Do sirra be gone Bru. Whither 's Percy gone he ask'd for Bruce Cliff There 's great enquirie for you Bru. By whom Cliff The King has a fresh command for Bruce Bru. For me he may command his Subjects Cliff True and Huntington is one Bru. Is none Cliff No Subject Bruce None that dare oppose your King Oh my impostum'd spleene Will flie into their faces what command Has England now Clif. Fresh powers are to be levied Which Bruce of Huntington must leade Bruce 'Gainst whom Clif. Gainst proud Wallace 'gainst the Scots Bruce I will not I 'm not his Butcher Gainst the Scots I will not fight Clif. How will not Bruce No will not Clifford Cliff Peace Bruce My Lord I dare not In this last battell I receiv'd some wounds That yet bleed inward I will no more banquet strangers With my native bloud Cliff Bruce speaks not like a subject Bruce English Edward commands not like a King Thrice honour'd Clifford I 'le trust you with my bosome Clif. No you shall not My virgin honour is so chast it shall not Keepe companie with a disquiet bosome Nor talke with discontents Bru. It shall not I will but Spare me the ayre hath eares no more You sent to me I will but tell bold Clifford Not a word My thoughts owe as much honour as their Lord Within traytor traytor Enter Mentith Enter King North Herefor and followers King A mutinie what noyse is 't Per. Mentith a Knight of Scotland Cliff Keepe him off King What com'st thou for Ment. Comyn my countryman and I have brought A jewell to your Highnesse which if 't were right As 't is known counterfeit 't were worth a kingdome Wearied with warre and pittying the deep wounds Which fainting Scotland beares upon her breast And knowing that the onely sword which gashes Her tender sides is grip'd in Wallace hands I in my love to peace and to the safetie Of two great Nations am the man that layed Snares to entrap this monster that devoures So many thousand lives the Rebell 's tane King Where is he Ment. I have brought him to your English Camp Force would not doo 't but policie we struck the Stagge To the ground and thought him dead but heaven put backe The blow of purpose hee 's now come to life From an astonishment when we thought him dead To th' end the world may see the publique shame Of an Arch-traytor King Mentith hath wonne fame And honour by this act fetch in this devill Exit Ment. Clif. Thou wilt have Englands thanks but Scotlands curse Thou never hast done better never worse Damn'd Iudas to thy Country-man and friend Enter Wallace Mentith Comyn Wal. Where am I Bru. Here with Bruce Wal. Bruce my Soveraigne My bloud is sold this is not Glasco-moore Some villaine hath betray'd me Cli. Speak to your country-men Comyn and Mentith Wal. Comyn and Mentith Something it was that made the modest night Looke angry on the world I this was it And this was it that cleft my fathers grave And rais'd him from his monumentall bed of earth To give me gentle warning this was it That made my starre when all the rest look'd pale Blush like a fiery Meteor can Heaven winke at this Ment. It can it doth and at farre greater mischiefs Wal. Not of thy acting Ment. Yes of mine Wal. Not here Ment. Here or in Hell Wal. Why then goe act them there Boast of them there in that black Kingdome tell That by a true subject a base Rebell fell Kils him with his fist King What 's that Clif. Your Scotch jeweller is slain King By whom Clif. By Wallace Wal. Heare me speak King Edward Clif. Good my Liege heare him King Clif. I have vow'd Neither to heare nor see him drag him hence Mine eye shall nor be so compassionate To view him least I pitie him hang draw and quarter him Wal. First heare me speak King Drag him hence and let that heart those limbes Which were the motives to rebellious warre Be torn asunder cast upon that ground Which he with unkinde steele so oft did wound Away with him Wal. Farewell to all the World I ha met death too often to feare him now Only it grieves me that I have not freed Scotland my native soile from tyranny Bruce thou hast a Kingdome lose it not King Stop his throat Wal. I go to one too And on my grave when death hath there down laid me Be this my Epitaph mine own betrayes me Exit Bruce Let him have noble triall King He shall have the triall of an Arch-traitour Percy and Clifford take hence Bruce Bruce Me hence King You hence sir from this houre I sweare Never to see thee Earle of Huntingdon Harke Clifford and Northumberland awa Bruce What is King Edwards meaning King Your head shal feel our meaning see it dispatch'd Bruce You may Exeunt Bruce North and Clifford Com. My honor'd Lord although untimely death Hath taken hence one engine of that work That brought that Rebell Wallace to his end Seeing our Countries peace and Englands good Is by his death made perfect and compleat I doubt not but the promised reward Of full ten thousand Crowns shall now remayn To the Survivor King Comin I perceive It was reward not love that acted it But you shall have your due of that anon A flourish Enter all in state I told thee Bruce that thou upon thy head Shouldst feele our meaning and that all the world May know we value honour above conquest Having a power able to turn all Scotland Into a Chaos here twixt both our Armies Give us thy oath of fealty and weare Both Crown and title of thine Ancestors Bruce England is full of honour Bruce doth bend To thy command They crown him King Give him his oath of fealty With him those Lords which are his Countrymen They sweare Bruce stabs Comin Bruce Stand back a Serpent shall not with his breath Infect our Kingly eares die slave for he That would betray his friend shall nere serve me King What hath Bruce done Bruce A sacrifice of honour and revenge no traitors hand Shall help to lift a Crown up to my head Thou didst betray then die unpitied Clif. Brave Bruce I 'le love thee for this honor'd act Thou hast perform'd a noble piece of justice Now shall the Ghost of Wallace sleepe in peace And perfect love shall twixt these Lands increase He hath his full reward for his foule treason Drag hence the slave and make him food for Crows The Lamp that gave Rebellion light hath spent The oile that fed it all our spears are turn'd To Palmes and Olive branches all our stars Are now made whole peace is the balme of wars FINIS
THE VALIANT SCOT By J. W. Gent. LONDON Printed by Thomas Harper for Iohn Waterson and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Crown 1637 To the right Honorable James Marquesse Hamilton Earle of Cambridge and Arran Lord of Even Ennerdale and Arbroth Master of the Horse to his Majesty Steward of the Honour of Hampton Court Gentleman of the Kings Bed-chamber and Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter and one of his Majesties Privie Councell in both Kingdomes Right Honorable MEns actions have not their difference alwayes from the relation of their persons for hee that presented his King with a dish of water having nothing else made the gift acceptable I would use the application to my selfe having been one amongst your meanest followers in your Lordships practicall life of a Souldier what I haue I bestow upon you and doe hope though it be clothed in the light dressing of a Play it will not be denied your Lordships acceptance since it contains the Character which History hath left to Posterity of your own truly valiant Countriman I most humbly beg pardon for my boldnesse and that I may continue knowne to your Lordship at the becomming distance of your Honours truly honourer and humblest servant Your Lordships most humble servant and Souldier William Bowyer Actus I. Enter Halserigge Thorne Selby and Sir Ieoffrey VViseacres Tho. FEllow colleagues since it hath pleas'd our King Renowned Edward of his speciall favour To spheare us in this height of eminence And maks vs rulers over Scotland Le ts shew our selves worthy the dignities Conferred upon us Sel. That 's not by lenity For howsoere the armed hand of war Ha's made them ours they are a Nation Haughty and full of spleen and must be manag'd With straighter reins and rougher bitts Tho. Ahlas I finde them easie tractable and mild Autority may with a slender twine Hold in the strongest head then what needs tyranny Vse rein or bitt by this all doubts are cleer'd 'T is alwayes better to be lov'd then fear'd And by your leave Sir Thomas We have good reason to defend our own Sel. You are as cleer of danger and as free from foes Has. As he that holds a hungry wolfe by th' eares The principles are true trust not thy wife With secrets nor thy vassall with thy life Sound example proves it Ieof. And private policy confirms it I could urge reason why shew cause wherefore and speake to purpose wherby but my betters are in place I know them to be pregnant and a ready wit's worth all Sel. For our owne safeties then and Englands honour Let not us lose what our King hardly wonne Has. To that effect called we this solemne meeting To which we have summon'd divers chiefly Wallace Late Sheriffe of Ayre which office tho the King Conferred on me the haughty Scot thinks much To tender up observe his insolence Enter Wallace and takes his place Sel. Presumptuous Groom this is a seat for Eagles And not for Haggards O. Wal. Selbie 't is a seat I and my Grandsires Grandsire have enjoyed And held with worship and till Edwards hand Remove me from 't Wallace will still posses 't Sel. Proud Wallace dares not O. Wal. Selbie both dares and doe And must and will tho subject unto Edward I 'me Selbies equall both in birth and place Tho in mine Office Edward joyn'd you with me He never made you ruler over me Has. You 'le finde he did reade that Commission And tell me then if Selby or your self Be Sheriffe of Ayre O. Wal. To what my King commands I humbly bend resigning on my knee Both Staffe and Office Sel. Which thus Selby breaks Over thy head and now proud Sir acknowledge Selby your Ruler and with your place resigne Your Castle and your Lands O. Wal. That 's not inserted in your Commission What the King has given I surrender For my Lands they 'r still mine own Were purchas'd with the sweat of my deer Ancestors And ere I lose a pole a foot I or the smallest turfe a silly Larke may build on I le lose life Sel. At your own choice either your lands or life Or both O. Wal. Or neither royall Edwards mercy Sits above Selbies malice Sel. Surly Groom Mercie 's for subjects by what Evidence Charter or Service do you hold your Land O. Wal. Selby by none that title which I had I have given my sonne a boy of that proud temper As should he heare thy insolent demand Would pluck thee from thy seat and lay thy head A satisfaction at his fathers feet But heavens forbid it Selby thus it stands Thou hast my Office and my sonne my Lands Sel. He must shew how he holds 'em O. Wal. So he can And Selby will shew evidence sufficient Mine my deere Fathers and my Grandsires sword He weares good evidence about him Selby And will upon the least occasion Both shew and prove it lawfull Has. If the sword be your best plea y 'ave but a naked title And by our autority we here command You and your sonne at our next generall meeting To bring in your Surrender or undergo The penalty of traytors Enter Sir John Graham Gra. Oh you the patrons of poore injur'd subjects Do Graham justice Selbies riotous sonne Assisted by a crew of dissolutes Has stole my onely daughter and intends A violent Rape or which more cuts my soule A forced marriage Sel. Inconsiderate foole The boy affects her and with my consent Intends a lawfull marriage 't is a favour Her betters sue for Gra. Oh let u'm hate my bloud Shall never enter league nor hold alliance With him that hates my Country Sel. Rest your thoughts He has her if he likes her he shall wed her And Graham as a dowry shall enjoy Thy present state revenues goods and lands Fret out thy soule he shall Gra. Shall Sel. I Sir shall It 's the highest favour conquest can afford For a slave to joyn alliance with his Lord And Wallace see present surrender made Or look for storms Jeof. So say I too and 't is not the least part of policy neither O. Wal. Will have my Lands Exeunt Gra. Inforce me give a dower Misery decre'd above comparison O. Wal. Complain unto the King Gra. The King alas I have heard a story how the subtle Fox Having stole a Lambe the family of sheep Drew a petition and with full consent Prefrr'd it to the Lion he imploy'd 'Bout earnest and more serious businesse Appoints the Beare Commissioner to take up This bloudy difference the Beare impannels A partiall jury all of Wolves they choose The Fox their Fore-man they consult and finde The sheepish Nation guilty and with generall breath Cast judged condemned and sentenc'd all to death O. Wal. Men should have souls Gra. But tyrants being no men Have consequently none complaints in slaves Are like to prayers made over dead mens graves Nor heard nor pitied heaven ha's impos'd a curse
it ye sulled sea so man VVallace Cut of my shancks too cause I ran away from him To serve your gude Prince harke man I weare Na shooen but wodden clampers Gla. Of charity leade us to th' English Campe Ye shall besides thanks be most royally payd Wal. Gang alang man t is hard by now a mans head I deempt the pure man had gangand lang to lawe And sae was thrust out of dores by head and shoulders Glas. No lawe was ere so cruell as Wallas is Wa. Ne marry na law sa cruell fay man fay I luick'd upon a man a lawe not lang since that sent an awde man and his wife and many barnes a begging he had better a slizand theire weazond pipes and cut theire heads off but whay was a sa bludy mynded thinke ye Gla. I cannot judge Wa. Marry man to get possession of the pure mans house but there was a cat ganged beyond the man a lawe Gla. A cat goe beyond a lawyer how Wa. I 'le tell you how the man a lawe being got in the Cat outreach'd him and leaped to th' top o th lindging and standand on the tyles the man a lawe scoarning any ane to be abuife him offer to fling and ding and downe the poore puscatt but she meawed at him and cryed hawd thou foule lowne hawd as thou thrusts out this poore man and his barnes sa there is ane abuife sall thrust out thee stay blind man here comes souldiers Enter Bolt with three or foure tattar'd Souldiers Omn. Stand que voula spyes about our trenches Bolt And see they have knock'd some man downe sirra You that carry two faces under a hood What are you 1 So. He must be prest he will not speake Bol. What art thou I charge thee hast thou neere a tongue In thy head give the word Gla, He has no tounge indeed sir Bol. Two heads and neere a tongue what are you That like a blind asse stand still and cannot tell us so Gla. I 'me blind indeed Conduct us to the Lords i' th' English Campe 2 So. How Lords are you Ladyes that you long for Lords Bol. Do you take us for gulls to goe tell the Lords here 's a dumbe man would speake with 'em what are you sirra come halt not le ts not find you in two tales y' are best Wa. Ize a Scotch man sir ye shall neere find me in twa tales Bo. A Scotch man sir do you know where you are sir Your blew bonnet on before an English scull Where 's your leg sir when an Officer speaks to you Wa. My leg sir is not in my galligaskin and flop as yours is I 'ze a pure Scotch souldier out at heeles and am glad to bestirr my stumps guide these gude men y' are wranged Countrymen wha that fawse traytor Wallace has misusand in sike wise Om. Wallas oh slave Bolt I shall live fellows in armes out at Elbows To give fire to my peece with a burnt ynch of match Made of that rascals fat of mawegut Wa. By my sawle sir wad I might come To 'th making of sike a match Bol. Here 's my hand because thou sayest so Thou shalt be by when I make him give fire to my touch-hole Enter Queene Elenor Clifford Percy Beaumont and others Omn. The Lords are going to view the trenches Bol. Every man to his parrapet To your trenches you tatterd roagues Cli. It s well done fellowes Bol. Cry your Lordship mercy This blind buzzard here cannot see Whither will you march headlong my friend Per. What men are these Bol. I leave them to your Honors sifting I have fortifications to look too Cliff There 's drinking money hence to your works Bol. Blesse your honours Exeunt Bolt and Sould. Percy What men are these I aske will no man speak Gla. Heare and in hearing wish the sound unheard Youthfull Sebastian nephew to the Queene Longing to see the man fam'd for th' excesse Or goodnes and of badnes seeing unjoyned In honored Embassie disguis'd attempted The rebell Wallaces presence Omn. Glascot and Mountford Clif. Who did this damned villany Gla. Our message told The traytor newly set on fire with madnes Showing the mangled bodies of a Fryer His wife and father burst out into flames Hye hot and violent In which fierce rage Revolted Grimsby knew Sebastian Tho Herald like he went disguis'd and seazed Him and us for three intelligencing spies Cut off his head his tongue and Glascots eyes Per. Hang up this provide for these trufle him up Wa. What sen ye man Exeunt Moun. and Glas. Per. What slave what Turke that murders his owne brethren Durst play the tyrant thus hang all the Nation Whom we have tane to mercy I 'le not spare Fathers nor mothers nor their bawling barnes fire their houses hang up this tike first Wal. Ah bonny men I met um playe and at bo-peep gangand out a their way and sall I be hanged for my good deeds of charrity I 'ze a poor Scutch souldier and am ron away from that Rebell Wallas to feight and for your gude Prince ah he 's a gude King and y' are all bonny men I 'ze follow ye all to the death and to the Devill and ony man dare gang so far for all my clutches giffe I clutch Wallace he 's neer carry it till hell nor heaven Per. If he do may Percies name be crost Out of the roll of men Clif. So much swears Clifford Per. Sneak not away sirra y' are not gone yet VVal. I ken it vary wee l I 'ze not gangan to hanging yet Clif. Yet though a traitour thus much let me speak For absent VVallace were the case your own Or one that 's baser having any spirit A murder'd father and a bleeding wife Mangled before him would strike fire in snow Make loyalty turn traitor and obedience Forget all duty El. But our Nephews death And the disgrace done our Embassadours Clif. They then put off their title and put on The name of spies when in their companies They take disguis'd observers VVal. By my sawle the English are gallant men Per. No snare to intrap this Wolfe Clif. How Northumberland intrap a fo Sure 't is no English word Clifford at least was ne're acquainted with 't Give him fair summons dare him to the field And trap him then VVal. Ah bony man Per. His being a traitour warrants it dispatch A second message with acknowledgment Of former wrongs to our Embassadours With promise of a friendly enterview Early to morrow impartially to heare Their wrongs and mildely minister redresse Clif. Insnare him so and spare not for you 'le finde I feare That Selby Haslerig and the rest Lay yokes too heavy on the Nations neck El. If they do punish 'em Clif. Punish 'em sdeath hang 'em Per. Shall we agree to have such message sent To allure this bloudy Tygre into th' net And waking then or sleeping kill him Clif. No Per. All stratagems are lawfull 'gainst a fo
without laws and where law ha's her eyne there Lawyers Pettifoggers swarme therfore the Lawyers here are sharks and gudgeons the poore Clyents Wallace within Wa. Wa ho ro sol fa sol fa Bo. Harke Ie. Peace Bolt Bol. Nay peace you good sir Ieffery peace peace Wa. Sol la sol la sol la sol la Bo. Some Faulconers teaching his Hawke pricksong Shall I mocke him in 's owne key Ie. Do Bo. Sol fa sol fa here boy Enter Wallace Wa. Here boy wa ha ho ho All haile to you two Bo. And all snow to you sir Ie. Sirra what art thou that wishest all the haile to light upon us two Bo. Answer wisely to my master For hee 's a Iustice of peace and you 'l be smelt out Wal. I am a drown'd rat Ie. A Rat Bo. Do you take sir Ieffrey for a Rat-catcher You le tell a sweet tale for your selfe anon Wal. Pox rot you I am shipwrack't Give me some meate Bo. Shall I make his Mittimus he begs sir Wa. I'ha met more then my match Neptune and I Wrastling for fals he got the masterie I 'me with his beating bruis'd weary cold weak Liquor'd soundly Bo. He 's drunk VVal. Yet so thirstie scarce can speak If ye be men help me to food and fire Ie. What Countryman art thou sirra VVal. A Scot give me some victuals pray Bo. No minde but of thy belly Ie. Sirra sirra you are a Scot and I a true English Justice Bo. Not a word of Latine neither Justice nor Clarke Ie. Peace Bolt in the Kings name I charge thee if you will eat bread earn bread take up this luggage sirra follow me home to my house thou shalt have good bread good drink and good fire up I command thee Wal. I am necessities slave and now must beare Bo. Must nay shall are not the English your good Lords and Masters Wal. Well they are Bo. Do you grumble sir on sir Jeffrey Ie. Have an eye to him Bolt lest he give us the slip And were you in this terrible storm at Sea say you VVal. Over head and eares sir Bo. If th' execution had been upon the land Sir Ieffrey as 't was upon the Sea your worship had been in a worse pickle then he Ie. Why Knave why Bo. Because he that ha's a bad name is half-hang'd And your worship knowes ye have but an ill name Ie. Thou Varlet is not wise good Bo. Yes come along porter wise is good Ie. And is not acre good Bo. Yes passing good Ie. Why should Wiseacre being put together be nought then Bo. Is not Plumb-porridge good Sir Ieffrey Ie. Yes Wa. Would I had this trunk full of 'em Bo. Peace Greedi-gut Plum-porridge is good and Bag-pudding is good but put them together and they are filthy meat Ie. Well that 's true Wal. Right sir Sets down the Trunk Ie. How now Wal. Hunger is good and two Woodcocks are good But the feathers of those two Woodcocks must be pluck'd first Ie. Hold I charge thee Wal. Y are a scurvy Iustice yare man 's an Asse and you another with a velvet foot-cloth on your back I ken ye vary wee l and I se knock ye vary wee le if any thing be worth victales it goes down here Bo. The Devill choake you if you be a man of your word Wal. Wiseacres if you would fain know who ha's got this trash from yee 't is I Wallace the Scot Both Wallace Bo. Flie sir Ieffrey He calls us Woodcocks let 's flie and raise the Country Wal. D' e ye grumble raise the Devill and spare not Exeunt Wert thou a chest of gold I 'de give thee all for victuals Hunger they say will break stone wals Your chops are not so hard Ye shall burst tho with iron ribs ye were bar'd victuals wine too few justices doe feed the hungry thus o these VViseacres are the bravest fellowes specially English VViseacres Enter Selby miserably poore Sel. I 'le now be my own carver misery and age Want and despaire have brought me to deaths doore And shall I not enter yes I will this key Shall doo 't is death so surly may a poore man Speake sooner with a King then speake with him When he has most need of him ugly leane slave So I may see him no matter for a grave Wall How now what do'st looke for Sel. For that which a quarter of the world Wants a tree to be hang'd upon Wall Art weary of thy life Selby Yes all men are of their old wives my life ha's gone up and downe with me this threescore and odde yeares 't is time to be weary on 't I thinke now Wal. And when tha 'st hang'd thy selfe whither do'st thinke to go then Sel. To the Linnen-draper VVa. What Linnen-draper Sel. The richest in the world my old Grandmother the Earth how many paire of sheets has she had thinke ye since Adam and Eve lay together It 's the best Inne to lye at a man shall be sure of good linnen Wal. Who dwels hereabouts Sel. One upon whom all the poore in the Countrey cryes out VVa. Whos 's that Sel. Scarcity dearth penurie famine hunger I have not knowne that man lives by food these foure dayes and therefore I 'le descend to th' Antipodes because I 'le kicke at this world Wall Stay famine shall not kill thee sit and eate Thy belly full thy cares in good wine drowne By my owne fall I pitty others downe Is 't not good cheere Sel. Brave I thanke you for it how many beggers does a rich man eate at his table at one meale when those few crummes are able to save a mans life how came you sir into this fearefull nest of Screech-owles and Ravens Wa. Cast up by the Sea I was shipwrack'd and lost all my company Sel. Would I had beene one of 'em I have lost more then you have done I ha' lost all that I had but my sinnes and they hang so heavy on my eye-lids I can scarce look so high as the brimmes of my hatt to heaven I have such a minde downwards I have almost forgot who dwels over my head Wa. Looke up be not afraid there raignes no tyrant Wud thou hadst beene with me at sea Sel. So wud I Wa. Hadst thou an Atheist been and God not known Th'adst found him in the deepe there hee 's best showne He that at Sea is shipwrackt and denyes A Deity being there sav'd damn'd lives and dyes Man no where in the twinckling of an eye Is throwne so neare to hell or rais'd so high Towards heaven then when hee 's toss'd upon the waves It must be a hand omnipotent there that saves But how came you sir hither Sel. I was banish'd from England but that grieves me not But I kill'd an old man he was call'd Wallace Wa. Ha Sel. Wallace and me thinks hee 's still at mine elbow Wa. Elbowe idle Selby my fathers murderer Thinke not upon it sit eat heartily Thy last sit downe I say never