bodies to the ruthles sound That hath diuided vs and our late friends Rather then see choyce Hoffman Lor, Corrage braue Otho hee 'l vse thee kindly Enter Hoffman Heere he comes sweete host heere is the dukes heire of Leningberge doe homage and after entertaine him and me his Follower with the most conspictious pleasures That lies in thy poore hability Hoff. Before I speake to my most sacred Lord I ioyne my soft lipps to the sollid earth And with an honord bennison I blesse The hower the place the time of your arriue For now my sauadge life lead amongst beasts Shal be turn'd ciuell by your gratious helpe Otho I see thy true hearts loue drope downe in teares And this imbrace shewes I am free from feares My disturb'd blood runnes smoothly through my veines And I am bold to call thee friend bold to intreate Food for by wrack I haue lost ship friends and meat Hoff. You that attend my Lord enter the caue Bring forth the homely Cakes theis hands prepar'd While I intreat his excellence sit downe Villaine bring nothing but a burning Crowne Exit Otho What 's that thou bidst him bring a burning Crowne Hoff. Still you suspect my harmelesse inocence What though your father with the power state And your iust vncle duke of Brusia After my father had in thirty fights Fill'd all their treasures with fomens spoyles And payd poore souldiors from his treasury What though for this his merrits he was nam'd A prescript out law for a little debt Compeld to flie into the Belgique sound And liue a pirate Otho Prithee speake no more Thou raysest new doubts in my troubled heart By repetition of thy fathers wrongs Hoff. Then hee was wrong'd you graunt but not by you You vertuous gentleman Sate like a iust iudge of the vnder-shades And with an vnchang'd Rhadamantine looke Beheld the flesh mangled with many scars Par'd from the bones of my offended father And when hee was a bare anatomy You saw him chain'd vnto the common gallowes Otho Hoffman Hoff. Nay heare me patiently kind Lord My innocent youth as guilty of his sinne Was in a dungeon hidden from the sunne And there I was condemn'd to endlesse night Except I past my vow neuer to steale My fathers fleshles bones from that base tree I know nor who it was I guesse your mother She kneeld and wept for me but you did not Beseeching from that vow I might be freed Then did I sweare if Nations forraigne power Compel'd me to take downe those naked bones I neuer would release them from those chaines Neuer intombe them but immediately Remoue them from that gallowes to a tree I kept mine oath looke Luningberg t is done Behold a father hang'd vp by his sonne Otho Oh horrible aspect murtherer stand off I know thou meanst mee wronge Hoff. My Lord behold these pretious twines of light Burnt out by day eclipst when as the sunne For shame obscur'd himselfe this deed was done Where none but schrich owles sung thou receptacle thou organ of the soule Rest goe rest and you most louely Couplets Leggs and armes reside for euer heere This is my last farewell what doe you weepe Otho Oh Lorrique I am betrayd slaue touch me not Hoff. Not touch thee yes and thus trip downe thy pride You pla'ct my father in a Chaire of state This earth shall bee your throne villaine come forth Enter Lorrique And as thou mean'st to saue thy forfeit life Fixe on thy Masters head my burning Crowne While in these Cords I in eternall bands Binde fast his base and coward trembling hands Otho Lorrique art thou turn'd villaine to my life Lor. I le turne any thing sir rather then nothing I was taken life promist to betray you and I loue life so well that I would not loose it for a Kingdome for a Kings Crowne an Empire Hoff. On with the Crowne Otho Oh tortor aboue measure Hoff. My father felt this paine when thou hadst pleasure Otho Thy father dyed for piracy Ho. Oh peace had he bin iudge himselfe he would haue shew'd He had bin clearer then the Christall morne But wretches sentenc'd neuer finde defence How euer guiltlesse bee their innocence No more did hee no more shalt thou no ruth Pittied his winter age none helps thy youth Otho Oh Lorrique tortor I feele an Aetna burne Within my braines and all my body else Is like a hill of Ice all these Belgique seas That now surround vs cannot quench this flame Death like a tyrant seazeth me vnawares My sinewes shrinke like leaues parcht with the sunne My blood dissolues nerues and tendons fayle Each part 's disioynted and my breath expires Mount soule to heauen my body burnes in fire Lor. Hee 's gon Hoff. Goe let him come Lorrique This but the prologue to th e'nsuing play The first step to reuenge this seane is donne Father I offer thee thy murtherers sonne Exeunt Florish Enter Ferdinand Rodorick Lodowick Mathias Lucibell Ierom Stilt attendants Ferd. Princes of Saxony and Austria Though your owne words of sufficient weight To iustifie the honorable loue borne by Lodowick to bright Lucybell Yet since your parents liue and as I heare There is betweene them some dissention Blame vs not for detaining you thus long Till we had notice how the businesse stood Lodo. Your royall entertaine great Ferdinand Exceeding expectation in our stay Bind vs to thanks and if my brother please To hold his challenge for a Turnament In praise of Lucibellas excellence No doubt our father and the Austrian duke Will be in person at so royall sport Ferd. We trust they will Rodo. I doe assure your grace The Austrian and the duke of Saxony By true report of pilgrimes at my cell From eyther of there courts set hetherward Some sixe dayes since Ferd. Thankes Rodorick for this newes They are more welcome then the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephewes timeles wrake Which addeth sorrow to the mourning griefes Abound in vs for our Dutches death Ie. I truly Princes my father has had but hard lucke since your comming to his court for ought I know you are bred of ill weather come before you are sent for yet if my most gratious father say you are welcome I his more gratious sonne take you by the hands though I can tell you my mothers death comes somewhat neere my heart but I am a prince and princes haue power more then common people to subdue their passions Mat. We know your worthinesse is experienc't in all true wisedome Ier. True I am no foole I haue bin at Wittenberg where wit growes Ferd. Peace thou vnshapen honor my states shame My ages corsiue and my blacke sinnes curse Oh hadst thou neuer bin I had bin then A happy childlesse man now among men I am the most vnhappie one that knowes No end of mine and of my peoples woes I tell you Princesse and most gracious maide I doe not weare these sable ornaments For Isabellas death though she were deare Nor