 | The Polititian |  |
Act. 4.
Enter King, Gotharus.Go.
You may surrender up your Crown, 'twell shew
Brave on Turgesius Temples, whose ambition
Expects it.
Ki.
Nay Gotharus—
Go.
Has my care
Cast to prevent your shame, how to preserve
The glories you possesse, by cutting off
A Canker that would eat into your trunck,
And hinder your fair growth, and do you make
A scruple to be cured?
Ki.
I did but mention,
And nature may excuse, he is my son.
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The more your danger, when he dares be impious,
The forfeit of his duty in this bold
And hostile manner to affright your subjects,
And threaten you with articles, is already
The killing of your honour, and a treason
Nature abhors, a guilt heaven trembles at,
And you are bound in care of your own province,
To shew your justice, and not be partiall
To your own blood; but let your Kingdome suffer,
Her heart be torn by civill Wars; 'tis none
Of mine, and let him in the blood of many
Fathers, be made a King, your King; and you
That now command, be taught obedience,
Creep to your child, exchange your pallace for
A prison, and be humbled till you think
Death a preferment, I have but a life—
Ki.
Which I will cherish, be not passionate,
And I consent to all thou hast contained;
Thou art my friend.
Go.
I would be sir, your honest Chyrurgion,
And when you have a Gangrene in your limb,
Not flatter you to death, but tell you plainly
If you would live, the part so poyson'd must be
Cut from your body.
Ki.
And I wo'not shake
With horror of the wound, but meet my safety
And thank my best preserver; but art sure
Aquinus will be resolute?
Go.
Suspect not,
He is my Creature.
Enter Hormenus.
Ho.
The Prince your Sonne—
Ki.
Is a bold Traytor.
And they are Rebels joyne with him.
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What of the Prince Hormenus?
Ho.
He is very near the City with his Army.
Ki.
Are the walls fortified?
Ho.
They are?
Ki.
We wo'not trust him, nor the Ruffian
Olaus, that Incendiary.
Go.
The Queen.
Enter Marpisa.
Qu.
O sir.
Ki.
There are more wounds in those sad accents,
Then their rebellion can give my Kingdome.
Q.
My boy, my child, Haraldus.
Ki.
What of him?
Qu.
Is sick, is dying sir.
Go.
Forbid it heavens, he was in health—
Qu.
But if I mean to see him
A live, they say I must make hast,
The comforts of my life expire with him.
Exit.
Go.
The Devils up in arms, and fates conspire
Against us.
Ki.
Mischiefes tumble like waves upon us.
Ho.
Sir, It will be necessary
You lend your person to direct, what shall
Be further done i'th City, Aquinus hath
Charge of the Gate and Walls, that offer
The first view to the Enemy.
Ki.
He is trusty, and
A daring Souldier; what at stand Gotharus?
Go.
I was thinking of the Queen sir, and Haraldus,
And grieve for the sweet child.
Ki.
Some feaver, would my
Son were in his state, but soon we shall
Conclude his destiny, if Aquinus prosper;
But to the walls.
Go.
I attend, my very soule
Is in a sweat, Hormenus.
Ho.
I wait on you.
Exeunt:
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Pr.
The Gates are shut against us Souldiers.
Ol.
Let our Engines
Teare 'em, and batter down the walls.
Pr.
Good Uncle,
Your counsell I obey'd i'th wars abroad,
We did there fight for honour, and might use
All the most horrid formes of death to fright
Our enemies, and cut our way to victory:
But give me leave to tell you sir, at home
Our conquest will be losse, (and every wound
We give our Country, is a crimson teare
From our own heart, they are a viperous brood
Gnaw through the bowels of their parent, I
Will rather dye without a monument,
Then have it bear my name, to have defaced
One heap of stones.
Enter Gotharus on the walls, Ho. Aqui.
Cor.
Gotharus on the walls?
Ol.
Hormonus and Aquinus? now a speech,
And 'twere at Gallowes would become him better.
Go.
Thus from my master, to the Prince of Norway,
We did expect, and had prepar'd to meet
Your victory with triumphs, and with Garlands
Due to your fate and valours, entertain'd you;
Nor has your Army sacrific'd so many
Warm drops of blood, as we have shot up prayers
That you might prosper, and return the pledge
Of all our hope and glory. But when pride
Of your own fames, and conquest in a war,
Hath poyson'd the obedience of a Sonne,
And tempted you to advance your sword, new bath'd
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Thus we receive you, and declare your pietie,
And faith lost to your Country, and your Father.
Pr.
My Lord, all this concerns not me, we have
But done our dutyes, and return to lay
The Trophies at his feet, whose justice did
Make us victorious more then our own valour,
And now without all titles but his sonne,
I dare hells accusation, to blast
My humble thoughts.
Go.
Sir, give us leave to feare,
Not your own nature, calme as the soft aire,
When no rude wind conspires a mutiny—
Ol.
Leave Rethorique, and to'th point, why do not
The Gates spread to receive us? and your joyes
Shoot up in acclamations? I would have
Thy house give good example to the City,
And make us the first-born fire.
Go.
Good heaven knows,
How willingly I would sacrifice my selfe,
To do a grateful service to the Prince:
And I could wish my Lord, you were less passionate,
And not inflame his Highnesse gentle spirit
To these attempts.
Pr.
I am ignorant Gotharus
Of what you mean, where is the King my father?
Aq.
Where a sad father is, to know his Sonne
Bring arms against his life.
Pr.
How now Aquinus,
Ol.
Dare you be saucy?
O that Gentleman
Is angry, his headakes with the remembrance of
My Truncheon.
Aq.
'Twas a valiant act,
And did become the greatness of Olaus,
Who by the priviledge of his birth, may do
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Ol.
Shall these Groomes affront us?
Pr.
Have you commission to be thus insolent,
They do not know us?
Go.
Yes, and in our hearts
Bleed, that our fears of your unjust demand,
Compell us to this separation.
Pr.
Demands? is it injustice for a Sonne
To aske his fathers blessing? by thy duty
Gotharus, I command thee, tell my father
His Sonne desires access, let me but speak with him.
Go.
I have not in your absence sir neglected,
What did become my service to your highnesse,
To take his anger off.
Pr.
What Riddles this?
Go.
But let me with a pardon tell your Grace,
The Letters that you sent, were not so dutyfull,
You were to blame, to chide and Article
So with a King and Father; yet I said,
And pawn'd my Conscience 'twas no act of yours,
I mean intyre, but wrought and form'd by some
Rash spirits, to corrupt you with ambition,
Feeding your youth with thought of hasty empire
To serve their ends, whose counsell all this while
Did starve that sweetness in you we all hop'd for.
Ol.
Devices! more devices!
Pr.
I am amaz'd,
And if the King will not vouchsafe me conference,
I shall accuse thy cunning to have poyson'd
My Fathers good opinion.
Enter King.
Go.
Innocence
May thus be stain'd, pray let your justice clear me.
Ki.
What would our Sonne?
Pr.
Thus pay his filiall duty.
K.
'Tis but counterfet, if you bring no thought
To force our blessing in this rude manner, how
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Ol.
Not the meanest knapsack,
That were a way to bring us to the mercy
Of wolves indeed, Gotharus grinds his teeth
Already at us.
Ki.
We shall talk with you sir
Hereafter, I command thee by thy duty
Thou ow'st a father and a King, dismiss
Your Troops.
Pr.
I will.
Ola.
You shall not, that were fine,
So we may run our heads into their noose,
You give away your safty.
Pr.
I will not
Dispute my power, let my intreat prevaile
For their dimission.
Ol.
You may dimiss
Your head and mine, and be laugh'd at, these men
Are honest, and dare fight for us.
Pr.
I know
Their loves, and will rewa it; dear, dear Uncle.
Go.
How he prepares his Tragedy Aquinus,
Let not thy hand shake.
Aqu.
I am resolute.
Go.
And I, for thy reward, 'tis done, the souldiers
Disperse already.
Ol.
If any mischiefe follow this,
Thank your credulitie.
Pr.
May I now hope for access?
Ki.
Descend Gotharus and Aquinus
To meet the Prince, while he containes within
The piety of a Son, we shall imbrace him.
Pr.
When I degenerate, let me be accurst
By heaven and you.
Ol.
Are you not pale to think on't.
Pr.
It puzzels me to think my father guilty.
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I do not like things yet.
As the Prince is going forth, a Pistoll is discharged within, he falls.
Pr.
O I am shot, I am murder'd.
Ol.
Inhumane Traytor, villaine.
Olaus wounds Aquinus.
Go.
So, so, his hand has saved my execution,
'Tis not safe for me to stay, they are both sped rarely.
Exit.
Ol.
O my dear Cousin, treason, treason.
Ki.
Where?
Ol.
In thy own bosome, thou hast kil'd thy Sonne,
Convey his body, guard it safe, and this
Perfidious trunke i'le have it punish't
Past death, and scatter his torn flesh about
The world to affright mankind, thou art
A murthdrer, no blood of mine.
Go.
'Tis done,
And all the guilt dyes with Aquinus, falne
By Olaus sword most happily, who but
Prevented mine, this act concludes all feare.
Ki.
He was my sonne, I must needs drop a teare.
Exeunt.
Haraldus discovered sicke, Queen, Doctors.
Qu.
It is not possible, he catch a feavor
By excess of wine? he was all temperance.
Do.
He had a soft and tender constitution,
Apt to be inflam'd, they that are most abstemious,
Feel the disorder with more violence.
Qu.
Where, who assisted him in this mis-fortune?
He had some company.
Do.
He was invited
He sayes by Sueno, and Helga, to a banquet,
Where in their mirths they careless of his health,
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Qu.
They poyson'd him,
Go apprehend the murtherers of my child,
If he recover not, their death shall wait
Upon Haraldus; but pray you tell me Gentlemen,
Is there no hope of life, have you not art
Enough to cure a feavor?
Do.
We find Madam,
His disease more malignant by some thought
Or apprehensions of griefe.
Qu.
What griefe?
Y'are all impostors, and are Ignorant
But how to kill.
Ha.
Is not my mother come?
Qu.
Yes my deare sonne, and here shall weep my selfe
Till I turne Niobe, unlesse thou givest me
Some hope of thy own life.
Ha.
I would say something
Were you alone.
Qu.
Leave us; now my Haraldus,
How is it with my child?
Hal.
I know you love me,
Yet I must tell you truth, I cannot live,
And let this comfort you, death will not come
Unwelcome to your sonne, I do not dye
Against my will, and having my desires,
You have less cause to mourne.
Qu.
What is't has made
The thought of life unpleasant, which does court
Thy dwelling here with all delights that nature
And art can study for thee, rich in all things
Thy wish can be ambitious of, yet all
These treasures nothing to thy mothers love,
Which to enjoy thee would defer a while
Her thought of going to heaven.
Ha.
Oh take heed mother, heaven
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Your too much love with my eternal absence,
I begge your prayers and blessing.
Qu.
Th'art dejected,
Have but a will and live.
Ha.
'Tis in vaine mother.
Qu.
Sinke with a feavour into earth?
Look up, thou shalt not dye.
Ha.
I have a wound within
You do not see, more killing then all feavors.
Qu.
A wound? where? who has murder'd thee?
Ha.
Gotharus—
Qu.
Ha! furies persecute him.
Ha.
Oh pray for him!
'Tis my duty, though he gave me death,
He is my father.
Qu.
How? thy father?
Ha.
He told me so, and with that breath destroy'd me,
I felt it strike upon my spirits; mother,
Would I had neer been born!
Qu.
Believe him not.
Ha.
Oh do not add another sinne to what
Is done already, death is charitable
To quit me from the scorn of all the world.
Qu.
By all my hopes Gotharus has abus'd thee,
Thou art the lawful burden of my wombe,
Thy father, Altomarus.
Ha.
Ha?
Qu.
Before whose spirit long since taken up,
To meet with Saints and Troops Angelicall,
I dare agen repeat thou art his Sonne.
Ha.
Ten thousand blessings now reward my mother!
Speake it againe, and I may live, a stream
Of pious joy runnes through me, to my soule
Y'ave stroke a harmony next that in heaven;
Can you without a blush, call me your Child,
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Dwell in your blood for ever, speak it once,
But once agen.
Qu.
Were it my latest breath,
Thou art his and mine.
Enough, my tears do flow
To give you thanks for't; I would you could resolve me
But one truth more, why did my Lord Gotharus
Call me the issue of his blood?
Qu,
Alas, he thinks thou art—
Ha.
What are those words? I am undone
Agen.
Qu.
Ha?
Ha.
'Tis too late to call 'em back, he thinks I am his son—
Qu.
I have confess'd too much, and tremble with
The imagination, forgive me child,
And heaven, if there be mercy to a crime
So black, as I must now to quit thy fears,
Say I have been guilty off, we have been sinful,
And I was not unwilling to oblige
His active braine for thy advancement, by
Abusing his beliefe thou wer't his own,
But thou hast no such staine; thy birth is innocent,
Or may I perish ever, 'tis a strange
Confession to a child, but it may drop
A balsome to thy wound; live my Haraldus,
If not for this, to see my penitence,
And with what tears i'le wash away my sinne.
Ha.
I am no bastard then.
Qu.
Thou art not.
Ha.
But I am not found while you are lost,
No time can restore you,
My spirits faint.
Qu.
Will nothing comfort thee?
Ha.
My duty to the Kign.
Qu.
He's here.
Enter King.
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How is't Haraldus?
Death sits in's face.
Ha.
Give me you blessing, and within my heart
Ile pray you may have many, my soul flyes
'Bove this vain world, good Mother close mine eyes
Qu.
Never dyed so much sweetnesse in his years.
Ki.
Be comforted, I have lost my sonne too,
The Prince is slaine, how now.
Enter officers with Helga.
Qu.
Justice upon the murderer of my sonne,
This villaine Helga, and his companion
Sueno, have kil'd him, where's the other?
Offi.
Fled Madam,
But Helga does confesse he made him drunk.
He.
But not dead drunk, I do beseech you Madam.
Ki.
Look here what your base surfet has destroy'd.
He.
'Twas Sueno as well as I, my Lord Gotharus
Gave us commission for what we did.
Qu.
Again Gotharus, sure he plotted this.
Ki.
Hang him up straight.
He.
I left no drink behind me,
If I must dye let me have equall justice,
And let one of your guard drink me to death sir;
Or if you please to let me live till
Sueno is taken, we will drink and reele
Out of the world together.
Ki.
Hence, and hang him.
Exeunt.
Enter Hormonus.
Ho.
Sir, you must make provision against
New danger, discontent is broke into
A wild rebellion, and many of your subjects
Gather in tumults, and give out they will
Revenge the Princes death.
Ki.
This I did feare,
Where's Gotharus? O my fright, my conscience,
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Ho.
Not in the Court.
Ki.
I tremble with confusions.
Exit.
Qu.
I am resolv'd, my joyes are all expir'd,
Nor can ambition more concern me now,
Gotharus has undone me in the death
Of my loved Sonne, his fate is next, while I
Move resolute i'le command his destiny.
Exit.
Enter Gotharus.
Ho.
How are we lost, the Prince Turgesius death
Is of no use, since 'tis unprofitable
To the great hope we stored up in Haraldus,
It was a cursed plot directed me
To raise his spirit, by those giddy engines
That have undone him, their souls reel to hell for't
How will Marpisa weep her selfe into
The obscure shades, and leave me here to grow
A statue with the wonder of our fate.
Enter Albina.
Al.
Sir.
Go.
Do not trouble me.
Al.
Although
I am not partner of your joyes or comfort,
Yet let your cruelty be so mindfull of me
I may divide your sorrows.
Go.
Would thy sufferings
Could ease me of the weight, I would
Empty my heart of all that's ill, to sinke thee,
And bury thee alive, thy sight is hatefull,
Aske me not why, but in obedience
Fly hence into some wildernesse. The Queeen.
Enter Queene.
Exit. Alb.
Go.
Great Queen, did any sorrow lade my bosome,
But what does almost melt it for Haraldus,
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Our hopes and joyes in him grew up so mighty,
Heaven became jealous, we should undervalue
The bliss of th'other world, and build in him
A richer Paradice.
Qu.
I have mourn'd already
A mothers part, and fearing thy excess
Of griefe, present my selfe to comfort thee,
Tears will not call him back, and 'twill become us
Since we two are the world unto our selves,
(Nothing without the circle of our arm's
Precious and welcome) to take heed our griefe
Make us not oversoon, like him that dead,
And our blood useless.
Go.
Were you present Madam,
When your Sonne dyed?
Qu.
I was.
Go.
And did you weepe;
And wish him live, and would not heaven at
Your wish, return his wandering Ghost agen?
Your voyce should make another out of Atomes;
I do adore the harmony, and from
One pleasant look, draw in more blessings
Then death knows how to kill.
Ma.
He is recovered from his passion.
Go.
Whats this? ha?
Qu.
Where?
Go.
Here, like a sudden winter
Struck on my heart, I am not well o'th sudden, ha?
Qu.
My Lord, make use of this, 'tis Cordial,
Gives him a box of poyson.
I am often subject to these passions,
And dare not walk without this Ivory box
To prevent danger, they are pleasant,
'Tis a most happy opportunity.
Go.
Let me present my thanks to my preserver,
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And kiss your hand.
Qu.
Our lips will meet more lovingly.
Al.
My heart will break.
Qu.
Your Lady, we are betray'd,
She see us kiss, and I shall hate her for't.
Go.
Does this offend your vertue?
Alb.
Y'are merciless,
You shall be a less Tyrant sir to kill me,
Injurious Queen!
Qu.
Shall I be here affronted?
I shall not think Gotharus worth my love,
To let her breath forth my dishonour, which
Her passion hath already dared to publish,
Nor wanted she before an impudence
To throw this poyson in my face.
Go.
I'le tame her.
Exit.
Alb.
I wo'not curse you Madam, but you are
The Cruel'st of all woman kind,
I am prepared to meet your tyrannies.
Enter Gotharus with a Pistol, at the other doore, a servant.
Ser.
My Lord,
We are undone, the common people are
In arms, and violently assault our house,
Threatning your Lordship with a thousand deaths,
For the good Prince, whose murther they exclaime
Contriv'd by you.
Go.
The fiends of hell will shew more mercy to me,
Where shall I hide me?
Qu.
Alas they'l kill me too.
Sc.
There's no staying, they have broke the wall of the first Court,
Down at some window sir.
Albina takes up the Pistoll.
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Helpe me, O help me, i'me lost.
Within
—Down with the doors,
This way, this way.
Enter Rebels.
Al.
He that first moves this way
Comes on his death, I can dispatch but one,
And take your choise.
1.
Alas good Madam, we do not come to trouble you
You have sorrow enough, we would talk
With my Lord your pagan husband.
2.
I, I, where is he?
3.
That Traytor.
4.
Murderer of our Prince.
Al.
Y'are not well informed,
Aquinus kill'd the Prince.
2.
But by my Lords correction
We know his heart, and do meane to eat it.
Therefore let him appeare, knock down the Lady
You with the long bill.
Al.
How dare you runne the hazard of your lives
And fortunes, thus like out-laws, without authority
To break into our houses, when you have done,
What fury leads you to't, you will buy too dear
Repentance at the Gallows.
2.
Hang the Gallowes, and give us my Lord your husband.
Enter Servant.
Ser.
He's escap'd Madam, now they may search.
Enter more Rebels.
Al.
But where's the Queene, she must not be betrai'd.
1.
This way, this way, he got out of a window,
And leap'd a wall, follow, follow.
Within
—Follow, follow, follow.
Al.
O my poor Gotharus.
Enter Queen.
Al.
Madam, you are secure, though you pursued
My death, I wish you safety.
Qu.
I have been
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Exit.
Al.
I am become the extreamest of all miseries.
Oh my unhappy Lord.
Exit.
Enter Sueno.
Su.
Helga is hanged, what will become of me?
I think I were best turn Rebel, there's no hope
To walk without a guard, and that I shall not
Want to the Gallowes, heathen Halberdiers
Are used to have a care, and do rejoyce
To see men have good ends.
Enter Gotharus.
Go.
I am pursued.
Su.
My Lord Gotharus? worse and worse, oh for a mist before his eyes.
Go.
You sha'not betray me sir.
Su.
Hold my Lord, I am your servant, honest Sueno.
Go.
Sueno, off with that case, it may secure me,
Quickly, or—
Su.
Oh my Lord, you shall command my skin,
Alas poor Gentleman, I'm glad I have it
To do your Lordship service.
Go.
Nay, your beard too?
Su.
Yes, yes, any thing:
Alas my good Lord, how comes this?
Go.
Leave your untimely prating, help,
You'l not betray me.
Su.
I'le first be hanged.
VVithin
—Follow, follow.
Go.
Hell stop their throats; so, so, now thy reward
Su.
It was my duty, troth sir I will have nothing.
Go.
Yes, take that, and that, for killing of Haraldus.
VVounds him.
Now I'm sure you will not prate.
Su.
O murther.
VVithin
—Follow, follow.
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I cannot scape, oh help invention.
He bloodies himselfe with Sueno's blood, and falls down as dead.
Enter Rebels.
1.
This way they say he went, what's he?
2.
One of our company I think.
3.
Who kil'd him?
4.
I know not.
2.
Lets away, if we can find that Traytor,
He shall pay for all.
4.
Oh that I had him here, I'de teach him—
2.
This way, this way.
Su.
Oh.
3.
Stay, There's one groans.
Su.
Oh—
2.
Nay 'twas here abouts, another dead?
4.
He has good cloathes, Gotharus? the very cur.
3.
'Tis Gotharus, I have seen the dog.
2.
'Tis he, 'tis he.
Su.
Oh.
Exit Gotha.
2.
Now 'tis not he, if thou canst speak my friend—
Su.
Gotharus murdered me, and shifted cloathes,
He cannot be far off, oh.
1.
Thats he that lyes dead yonder, O that he were
Alive againe, that we might kill him one after another.
3.
He's gone:
2.
The Devill he is, follow, follow.
3.
This way, he cannot scape us, farewell friend, i'le doe thee a courtecy.
Follow, follow.
Exit.
Enter Olaus, Prince, Aquinus.
Ol.
So, so, in this disguise you may to'th Army,
Who though they seem to scatter, are to meet
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You wait on the Prince, but sir—
Whispers.
Cor.
Were you not wounded?
Aq.
I prepared a privie Coat, for that I knew Gotharus
Would have been too busie with my flesh else,
But he thinks I'm slaine by the Duke, and hugges
His fortune in't.
Pr.
You'l follow.
Ol.
And bring you news, perhaps the Rabble are
In hot pursuite after the Polititian,
He cannot scape them, they'l teare him like
So many hungry Mastives.
Exit.
Pr.
I could wish they had him.
Ol.
Lose no time, Cortes stay you with me,
Not that I think my house will want your guard.
Cor.
Command me sir.
Ol.
Whas ever such a practise by a father,
To take away his Sonnes life?
Pr.
I would hope he may not be so guilty, yet I know not
How his false terrors multiplied by the Art
Of this Gotharus may prevaile upon him,
And win consent.
Ol.
Aquinus has been faithfull,
And deceived all their treasons, but the Prince
Is still thought dead, this empty Coffine shall
Confirme the people in his funerall,
To keep their thoughts revengeful,
VVithin.
Follow, follow—
Till we are possest of him that plotted all.
Cor.
The cry draws this way,
They are excellent Blood-hounds.
Enter Gotharus.
Go.
As you are men, defend me from the rage
Of the devouring multitude; I have
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My limbs inhumanely be torne by them,
O save me.
VVithin.
Follow, foll—
Ol.
Blest occasion.
Go.
I am forced to take your house, and now implore
Your mercy, but to rescue me from them,
And be your own revenger, yet my life
Is worth your preservation for a time,
Do it, and i'le reward you with a story
You'l not repent to know.
Ol.
You cannot be safe here,
Their rage is high, and every doore
Must be left open to their violence,
Unlesse you will obscure you in this Coffin,
Prepared for the sweet Prince that's murder'd,
And but expects his body which is now imbalming.
Go.
That, O y'are charitable.
VVithin.
Follow, fol—
Go.
Their noise is Thunder to my soul,
He goes into the Coffin.
So, so.
Enter Rebels.
Ola.
How now Gentlemen, what means this Tumult,
Do you know that I possesse this dwelling?
Reb.
Yes my Lord,
But we were told my Lord Gotharus entred,
And we beseech you give him to our justice,
He is the common enemy, and we know he killed the Prince.
Ol.
You may search if you please,
He can presume of small protection here,
But I much thank you for your loyalties,
And service to the Prince, whose bloodless ruines
Are there, and do but wait when it will please
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That keeps him from a buriall with his Ancestors,
We are forbid to do him rights of funerall.
1.
How, not bury him?
2.
Forbid to bury our good Prince? we'l bury him,
And see what Priest dare not assist us.
3.
Not bury him? we'l do't, and carry his body in triumph
Through the City, and see him laid i'th great Tombs
1.
Not bury our Prince? that were a jest indeed.
Cor.
'Tis their love and duty.
2.
We'l pull the Church down, but we'l have our will.
3.
Deare Prince, how sweet he smels.
1.
Come Countrymen march, and see who dares
Take his body from us.
Cor.
You cannot helpe.
Ol.
They'l bury him alive.
Cor.
He's in a fright.
Ol.
So may all Traytors thrive.
Exeunt.
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