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Scæne 6.
Enter Duke, and Burris.Du.
Exceed my warrant?
Bur.
You know he loves him not.
Du.
He dares as well meet death, as do it, eat wildfire,
Through a few feares I meane to trye his goodnesse,
That I may find him fit, to weare here Burris;
I know Boroskie hates him, to death hates him,
I know he's a Serpent too, a swolne one
Noise within.
But I have puld his sting out; what noise is that?
The.
Within.
Down with 'em, down with 'em, down with the gates.
Sold.
Within.
Stand, stand, stand.
Puts.
Within.
Fire the Pallace before ye.
Bur.
Upon my life the Souldier, sir, the Souldier.
A miserable time is come.
Enter Gent.
Gent.
Oh save him,
Upon my knees, my hearts knees, save Lord Archas,
We are undone else.
Du.
Dares he touch his body?
Gent.
He racks him fearefully, most fearefully.
Du.
Away Burris,
Take men, and take him from him; clap him up,
And if I live, I'le find a strange death for him:
Ex. Bur.
Are the Souldiers broke in?
Gent.
By this time sure they are sir,
They beate the gates extreamely, beate the people.
Du.
Get me a guard about me; make sure the lodgings
And speake the Souldiers faire.
Gent.
Pray heaven that take sir.
Exit.
Enter Putsky, Ancient, Souldiers, with Torches.
Put,
Give us the Generall, wee'l fire the Court else,
Render him safe and well,
An.
Do not fire the Cellar,
There's excellent wine in't Captain, and though it be cold whether,
I do not love it mul'd: bring out the Generall,
Wee'll light ye, such a bonefire else; where are ye?
Speak, or wee'l tosse your Turrets, peep out of your hives
Wee'l smoake ye else: is not that a nose there?
Put out that nose againe, and if thou dar'st
But blow it before us: now he creepes out on's burrough.
Puts.
Give us the Generall.
Enter Gent.
Gent.
Yes, Gentlemen;
Or any thing ye can desire.
Anc.
You musk-cat
Cordevan-skin, we will not take your answer.
Put.
Where is the Duke? speak suddenly, and send him hether.
Anc.
Or wee'l so frie your buttucks.
Gent.
Good sweet Gentlemen—
Anc.
We are neither good, nor sweet, we are Souldiers
And you miscreants that abuse the Generall,
Give fire my boyes 'tis a darke evening,
Let's light 'em to their lodgings.
Enter Olimpia, Honora, Viola, Theodore, Women.
Hon.
Good brother be not fierce.
The.
I will not hurt her,
Feare not sweet Lady.
Ol.
'May do what you please sir,
I have a sorrow that exceeds all yours,
And more, contemnes all danger.
Enter Duke above
The.
Where is the Duke?
Du.
He's here; what would ye Souldiers? wherefore troop ye
Like mutinous mad-men thus?
The.
Give me my father.
Put., Anc.
Give us our Generall.
The.
Set him here before us,
Ye see the pledge we have got; ye see these torches;
All shall to ashes, as I live, immediately,
A thousand lives for one.
Du.
But heare me?
Put.
No, we come not to dispute.
Enter Archas and Bur.
The.
By heaven I sweare he's rackt and whipt.
Hon.
Oh my poore father!
Put.
Burne, kill, and burne.
Ar.
Hold, hold I say: hold Souldiers,
On your allegeance hold.
The.
We must not.
Ar.
Hold:
I sweare by heaven he it a barbarous Traitour stirs first,
A villaine, and a stranger to obedience,
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Why did you use your old man thus? thus cruelly
Torture his poore weake body? I ever lov'd ye.
Du.
Forget me in these wrongs, most noble Archas.
Ar.
I have balme enough for all my hurts: weep no more sir,
A satisfaction for a thousand sorrowes:
I do beleeve ye innocent, a good man,
And heaven forgive that naughty thing that wrong'd me.
Why looke ye wild my friends? why stare ye one me?
I charge ye as ye are men, my men, my lovers,
As ye are honest faithfull men, faire Souldiers,
Let downe your anger: Is not this our Soveraigne,
The head of mercie, and of Law? who dares then,
But Rebels is scorning Law, appeare thus violent?
Is this a place for Swords? for threatning fires?
The reverence of this house dares any touch,
But with obedient knees, and pious duties?
Are we not all his Subjects? all sworn to him?
Has not he power to punish our offences?
And do not we dayly fall into 'em? assure your selves
I did offend and highly, grievously,
This good sweet Prince I offended, my life forfeited,
Which yet his mercy, and his old love met with,
And only let me feele his light rod this way:
Ye are to thanke him for your Generall,
Pray for his life, and fortune: sweat your blouds for him.
You are offenders too, daily offenders,
Proud insolencies dwell in your hearts, and ye do 'em,
Do 'em against his peace, his Law, his Person;
Ye see he only sorrowes for your sins,
And where his power might persecute, forgives ye:
For shame put up your Swords, for honesty,
For orders sake and whose ye are, my Souldiers,
Be not so rude.
The.
They have drawne bloud from ye sir.
Ar.
That was the bloud rebel'd, the naughty bloud,
The proud provoking bloud; 'tis well 'tis out boy;
Give you example first; draw out, and orderly.
Hon.
Good brother doe.
Ar.
Honest and high example,
As thou wilt haue my blessing follow thee,
Inherit all mine honours: thanke ye Theodore,
My worthy son.
The.
If harme come, thanke your selfe sir;
I must obey ye.
Exit.
Ar.
Captaine, you know the way now:
A good man, and a valiant, you were ever,
Inclind to honest things: I thanke ye Captaine.
Ex. Soul.
Souldiers, I thanke ye all: and love me still,
But do not love me so you lose allegeance,
Love that above your lives: once more I thanke ye.
Du.
Bring him to rest, and let our cares waite on him;
Thou excellent old man, thou top of honour,
Where justice, and obedience onlie build,
Thou stocke of vertue, how am I bound to love thee?
In all thy noble waies to follow thee?
Bur.
Remember him that vext him sir.
Du.
Remember?
When I forget that villaine, and to pay him
For all his mischiefes, may all good thoughts forget me.
Ar.
I am very sore,
Du.
Bring him to bed with ease Gentlemen,
For everie stripe I'le drop a teare to wash 'em,
And in my sad repentance—
Ar.
'Tis too much,
I have a life yet left to gaine that love sir.
Exeunt
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