The Amorovs Warre A Tragi-Comoedy |
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 | The Amorovs Warre |  |
SCÆNA I.
Enter severally two old Citizens frighted.1 Cit.
Oh Neighbour—
2 Cit.
What's the newes. Sir?
1 Cit.
Heavy newes, Oh Sir—
2 Cit.
Out with it.
1 Cit.
Neighbour, I doe looke
Within this houre not to be worth a Spit,
Brasse pot, or a Childs whistle; or to be able,
To call this aged Sattin doublet mine,
In which I've borne five prætorships. The enemy
Hath taken the Island, burnt the Castle, and
The Ladies in't.
2 Cit.
How?
1 Cit.
One of their Guard who scap'te,
Heard six of 'em cry out for water. And
They are sailing towards the City.
2 Cit.
I'le home presently,
And hide my money. It came from the Earth,
And shall awhile thither returne againe.
1 Cit.
That will not serve the turne.
2 Cit.
Not?
1 Cit.
Noe; They say,
There is one ship laden with nought but Engines,
To torture those who doe refuse to tell
Where they have hid their Wealth. I feele my fingers
Already squeez'd 'twixt pincers; Irons hissing
At the soles of my feet; My body caught
Up into th'Aire by the Strapado, Trickes
Showne on my Limbs; My bones tost out of joint,
And finely tost, and rackt in joint againe.
2 Cit.
To prevent this, and to defeat their tortures,
I'le choose my owne death, and eene hang my selfe.
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