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Act V.

Scene I.

Enter Gripe-man: Sol:
Ex
Enter three Souldiers.
1 Sould:
Have you heard how the Councell of War hath disposed
of the young Gallant that wounded our Lieutenant,
t'was a shrewd hurt, t'was ten to one he had not kild him.

3 Sould:
I hear he shall be hangd.

2 Sould:
You are mistaken, for when he had his sentence to be hang'd,
hating so base a Death, he prov'd he had been an Officer
In the late war against us. And must be shot to death.
Trust me, I pity him, he seems a gallant person.

1. Sould.
Me thinks 'tis great injustice he should die,
The Lieutenant (as the Chirurgion doth give in) being likely
To recover.

2. Sould.
'Tis true, but since it is their pleasure he shall die
What cannot they pretend to take away his life.
They say he fell upon our Guard, and that (though not
Discovered) he had more aid which fled, though
I dare say, there's nothing of it true, could I but save his life
I willingly would venture a limbe.

1. Sould.
And he that shoots him, may his hands rot off for me.

2. Sould.
Amen, say I. Come let's to the Parade, where we
Shall know, what hour he dies, and who are
Chose his marks men.—

Ex. Om.
Enter Atheos, Sol.
Ex.
Enter Albin. Symph.
Albin.
I wonder much we hear not from Adrastus:
I know no reason for it, I have been strangely troubled
Since his departure, the Gods grant all be well.
Symphronio: you shall along with me to old Gripemans
To see if he continue in his Frantick fury.
Besides we shall of Clarathea, understand what course
He hath taken in search of his fair Daughter.

Symph.
Go when you will I am for you.—

Enter Mettle.
Albin.
Mettle: I somewhat fear the goodness of thy news
Thy looks betray some sad mischance.—
Mett. weeps.
Nay, if thou weep'st 'tis vain but to suspect it.

Mett.
'Tis sad indeed. For if you make not haste, you'l never see
My Master more alive.

Symph.
Is he so dangerously sick.

Mett.
No, Sir, he wants no health, this letter will take you off—
gives Albin. a Letter.
From wondring at my language.

Albin.
He must not long out-live him, by whose means he falls.—
Alb. reads.
Symphronio peruse those sad contents.—
Symph. reads.
Come, come Symphronio: 'tis no time to grieve;
But to resolve, what's to be done, where's fair Letesia:

Mett.
She is close prisoner in the Governour's house,
And none but such as he appoints, comes near her.

Albin.
Poor Gentlewoman, I will redeem thy Adrastus
Or perish in the attempt.
Symphronio: I shall intreat thee, stay (yet) a while
In Town, and visit Gripeman as my Brother:
The rest contrive thy self, onely to see what course
He steeres to finde his Daughter.
Clarathea shall along with me, her present service
May stand Letesia: in some sted.
And be confident, you shall (by Mettle) speedily hear
From me, how all things stands.
For so it may fall out, that you may do great servis
For Adrastus here.
Mettle: run to Clarathea: tell her, she must provide
(Immediately) to go along with me to her Mistress.

Mett.
I shall Sir,—
Ex. Mett.

Symph.
Since you conceive my stay may be afurtherance to my
Distressed friend, I faithfully shall study (here) to act
Whatever your directions shall imploy me in,

Albin.
Thanks noble Symphronio: Fare thee well.
My brains are all on fire.
I long to act, what, I in heart desire—

Ex. Am.
Enter Atheos, Letesia.
Athe.
Lady, you do exceed in grief, you wrong your beauty
To lament for what's not in your power to remedy:
He is but a man you grieve for: And there are more
It'h World as handsomely active as he.
Clear those fair eyes, and tell me, if my self
(I must confess unworthy) may deserve your love.

Letesi.
Do you love me then.

Athe.
My actions (fair one,) shall satisfie that doubt.

Letesi.
I take you at your word, then set my husband free.

Athe.
That's not within the compass of my power to do.

Letesi.
You are a dissembler, and prophane the name of Love.
This is not nobly done to triumph over a weak woman,
(Through her ill fate) your slave.
The conquest you will gain by't, may well be added
Amongst the Trophies of your great victories
Achiev'd in this rebellion.

Athe.
Lady, the usage you have found (and from a stranger too)
Deserves more civil language. But i'le forget it.
And doubt not, this foolish passion over,
But you'l consider, and be sorry for it.

Letesi.
Never. For know, lay it in thy power to make me empress
Of the World. I would not out-live my husband
Many hours to injoy it.

Athe.
Lady. I see this is no time to urge a serious answer from you.
But yet remember, you are in my power, and (if you please)
You may be happy. Think on it.
So fare you well.—
Ex. Atheos.

Letesia.
Where am I, or of whom can I expect relief.
Was ever wretched creature so miserably unhappy as I am.
And shall Letesia live, and my Adrastus die,
And I his murderer?
Thou might'st have lived brave soul the patern (still)
Of virtue. But I have robb'd the World of such a juel
The Gods esteem'd too rich, to bless this earth with.
I must (in justice) sacrifice my life to him that I have ruin'd,
For on my knees (before the gods) I vow—
she kneels:
When I shall understand his death, caused by this
Act of mine, one hour not to out-live him.
There is no hope of mercy (on honourable tearms)
From such a heap of sin, as this.
Was ever woman courted (by a villain) to her dishonour
Just in the act of murdering her husband?
And shall I not revenge thy death (brave soul)
It is decreed.
That hand that murders thee, that heart shall bleed.—
Ex. Letesia.

Enter Albinus, and Clarathea, both disguised
Albin.
Could'st thou (Clarathea) readily finde the way to the
House we came from.

Clarath.
Most undoubtedly I could.

Albin.
And give perfect directions to Letesia.

Clarath.
Such, as she shall not miss.
But Sir, are you confident, they will be honest, in what
(I must confess) they chearfully have undertook
to be most secret in?

Albin!
O Clarathea. The woman was my Nurse, whose milk
Innocent, as the Livory it wore, still sympathized
With Loyal bloud. She can betray nothing
But her own fear, how much she wants to do.
Not suffer for her friends.
Adrastus and Letesia's lives, thrown upon less assurance
Might (though in their safeties) justly
Have call'd me murderer.
Prethee Clarathea: how do I look, May I not pass—
turns him about,
For currant, without a superscription written
On my back, this is a Traitour?

Clarath.
You may. But Sir, the danger's great you undertake.
Do'st thou consider mine, and slight thy own.
Thou wonder of thy Sex. Thou mak'st me (blushing)
To confess, that when I have paid my debt to friendship
By laying down this inconsiderable life.
I have but imitated thee, a woman.

Clarath.
Pardon me worthy Sir, I do confess, I may resolve,
But yet, may stagger too, in the performance of such a piece of friendship
Had I not a guide to light me, more strange
Than is a blazing Star.

Albin.
It is too pitifully strange (indeed) to finde true friendship.
Farewell (brave soul.) Be carefull of the hour—
takes her by the hand.
And directions of the way. For Letesia's impatient Love,
Should she but miss Adrastus: some few minutes,
Might be occasion of their certain ruine.
This kiss, so, farewell earth—
Kisses her.
Our meetings next in Heaven.—
Ex. Albinus.

Clarath.
And may the noble example of thy friendship
Be as a Star to future ages
To light them unto virtue.—
Ex. Clarath.

Enter Gripeman. Symphronio.
Gripe.
Sir, if I not mistake you are a stranger to me.
What may your business be.

Symph.
Sir, I am brother to a Gentleman (made happy in your
Acquaintance) his name Adrastus.

Gripe.
Away out of my sight, I know your business well.
Sir, know, I have left those cursed ways, that would have
Headlong hurried me to Hell. Be gone I say.
And if you be his brother, tell him I do advise him
To repent, and not betray his friends.

Symph.
This is strange, he is converted.
I must another way to work.—
Aside.
Sir, you do mistake my business. My brother not being well,
And sorry to think what he had undertaken, sent me
To let you know his change of minde.
And bade me tell you, in anything that's noble, and honest,
He faithfully would serve you.
But to betray a friend, or do an act unworthy,
He would not for the World.

Gripe.
'Tis honestly resolved, you now are welcom.
I love your brother for it. Young man follow his steps.
And covet not by base sinister ways to hoard up wealth,
Least thou be Father but of one virtuous childe,—
He weeps.
And have that taken from thee.

Symph.
Sir, your tears hath easily gain'd credit in my belief
It hath been your sad case.

Gripe.
Indeed it hath, and could I but injoy my Childe,
I would (with comfortable tears) labour to wash
My too bad sins away.
But 't was my fault, seeking to match her to a covetious
Wretch, she thus deserted me.

Symph.
Suppose, in this her time of absence, she should bestow
Her self on a more noble choice, though not so rich,
Could you forgive her, and (with joy) receive
Your Childe again.

Gripe.
O worthy Sir, there's Musick in your tongue, receive her,
Yes, next to the joys above, on earth, I know none like it.

Symph.
I am glad to hear you say so,
And though I am a stranger, to your Daughters flight
And place of being, keep your house, and I doubt not
But ere long to be the happy bringer of the joyfull news
Your Daughter's well, and shew you where she is.
—Ex. Symph.

Gripe.
Blessings go with thee, thou art my good Angel.
How gracious are the Gods (so soon) to hear my prayers.
The hope I have of what I would injoy,
Hath made me young again.
—Ex. Gripe.

Enter Adrastus, Albinus as in Prison.
Adrast.
Dear friend leave off to urge it.
Canst thou believe Adrastus, values his wretched life
At such a rate to purchase it with the loss of thine.
I should be branded for a Coward upon record, should I accept it.
No, no, Thou miracle of friendship, preserve thy noble life,
To imploy it in thy Prince, and Countreys cause.
There wants such guides to honour, and desert.
Poor Letesia: I call the Gods to witness, were't not to part
With thee, my death would be as welcom as my sleep.
But since it is the pleasure of the Gods, we shall not here
(On earth) injoy. I freely do bestow her on thee. Albinus,
Take her, and be confident, thou wilt finde her worthy
Thy acceptance. And may you live long, and happy
And once a year,
Water my sad remembrance with a tear.

Albin.
Pardon me Adrastus, for I must speak my thoughts.
Your language, or religion, I am mistaken in.
You would bequeath fair Letesia to me, your self
Resolves to Murder. Hath she so ill deserved,
For her return of Love, and loss of friends
(Onely for your sake.) And will you requite her love
With taking away her life.

Adrast.
Protect me innocence, I understand you not.

Albin.
You shall do then. For know, Letesia hath sworn
Not many hours to out-live you, which shee'l perform
Maugre, the Worlds resistance.
Can you deny, to save that noble life, that hath engaged her
Own (so far) for yours, and make her own white hands
The instruments of her death. Be mercifull, if not for pitie,
For shame of th'World, which will cry out in Ballads
'Gainst the Murder. Clarathea too (That faithful'lst of
Servants) at the same time shift's cloaths with your Letesia:
Who will not fail to meet you at the house appointed.
Where should she miss you, her impatient Love might put
The whole frame of our great business out of joynt.
And, for that you do suppose, I loose my safety in preserving
Yours, you much mistake, I have not gone so simply to work
But I have secured that.

Adrast.
Make me but happy in that assurance.
And il'e desire to live, if but to call thee friend.

Albin.
Know then, I have brib'd, some of your guard
To assist me in my escape. Come, come, no words, withdraw,
And let us shift our cloaths. Be confident in your going out,
And no man can suspect you.
Be sure, keep fresh in your remembrance, the directions
To the house you meet at, as what most near concerns you.
I cannot hear, therefore make no reply,
No complements (dear friend) when death's so nigh.—

Ex. Om.
Enter Atheos, and Souldiers.
Athe.
Where stands the wind,

1. Sould.
North East.

Athe.
Run to the Key, and give order, the long Boat be made
Ready, and mann'd with able men. I'le out to Sea anon,
Two, or three leagues. Saw you your Lieutenant lately.

2. Sould.
Sir, I did this morning, and found him pretty hearty.

Athe.
Where are your Serjeants.

2. Sould.
Sir, I left them at their quarter but now.

Athe.
Go, and from me give them strickt charge they speedily
Draw out all those commanded men I gave them order for.
Ile have the prisoner shot before I put to Sea.—
Ex. Athe.

3. Sould.
Now what say you, you that were confident
He should not die for this.

2. Sould.
Why, I say I am sorry for it, and could almost die for him:
There is no Justice he should suffer death for this;
For what he did he was provok't too by uncivill language.

3. Sould.
'Tis all the Justice (now) in fashion, every man in office
Makes his will, his Law. Were all the Souldiers
In the Garrison of my minde, he should shoot him himself
And that (I think) he dares not do, and
Look him in the face, come let's go.

—Ex. Sould.
Enter Atheos and Clarathea in Letesias habit.
Athe.
'Tis your best way to tell me where she is gone.

Clarath.
It lies not in my power, or if it did, can you think
I, that have undertaken thus much for her, will now betray her.

Athe.
Art' not afraid of Torture.

Clarath.
Not I, I can assure you, I came to undergo
What you dare lay upon me.

Athe.
That's nobly spoken yet. Let me but this night enjoy thee
And ile not onely forgive thee all, and set thee free our
Garrison; But generously reward thee.

Clarath.
Sir, I thank you for your courteous proffer, but ile not buy
My freedom at that rate, Had my Sister stayed
(Perhaps) you might have had her consent.

Athe.
She jeers me.—
aside.
I do believe I should, was she your Sister then.

Clarath.
She was.

Athe.
And do you love her so well to die for her.

Clarath.
Indeed I do.

Athe.
Then speedily prepare, your time is short:
Or will you (yet) consent, do but consider, what it is to live,
Which weighed with what you foolishly deny,
And you must yield in reason.

Clarath.
Indeed I must not, and when I do to save this wretched life.
May all diseases mankinde hateth most
Proclaim it on my fore-head.

Enter 1. Souldier.
Athe.
So brave.

1. Sould.
Sir, the prisoner wounded our Lieutenant is fled,
And another in his cloaths left in his room.

Athe.
Then (by the Gods) the Marshall shall to Torture.
This is brave juggling. Lady, you know (now) who this
Valiant villain is, that dares die for his friend.
But you have Engines (I doubt not) now at work
For your escapes. But ile prevent them.
And since you are so valiant you dare die,
You shall have your desire. Souldier, run to the Goal
And let the Gallant know, at five a clock this evening
He dies. For, by my Tortured Soul, at my return from Sea,
Ex. Sould.
(Without you do repent, and yield to my desires)
You both shall suffer death.

Clarath.
You'l ease me of a pain, ther's nothing else
Can quit me from.—
Ex. Om.
Enter Adristus, Solus.
What are we men, we should desire to live in this frail
World, where there is nothing certain, but uncertainty.
To day, with the rising of the Sun, rais'd to the height
Of what our joys can aim at. And by his setting,
Ruined, and forgotten: A friend—
The Eccho,
'Twas friend I said.—
Answers friend.
Hark how the retorting Eccho (shrilly) through the grove
Eccho answers again.
Conveighs the name of friend, and rests its self,
As weary in the Toyling search
Of what deserved that name.
And shall my friend, (the worthiest of what deserves
That Title) die to preserve my life. No.
Dear Letesia: whom (by the Gods) I love, and value
Next my honour, thou must excuse me.
Too well (I know) Albinus did but pretend the way
Of his own safety, to encourage me, in the securing mine.
How soon that fatal sentence of his death
May be pronounc'd, I know not.
Something I must pretend to fair Letesia, of business
For some time, which will be difficulty obtain'd.
Forgive me (my Letesia) my honour is more than life
Justice, and friendship (now) parts man, and wife.—

Exit.
Enter Albinus in Adrastus cloaths, and two Souldiers.
Sould.
Sir, it is the pleasure of our Governour, that I should let
You know, about five a clock this evening, you must prepare to die.

Albin.
Thanks honest Souldier, there's for thy news—
gives him money.
He shall not take me unprovided?
Know'st thou what death, he is resolved I suffer

1. Sould.
Shot, I believe Sir, for there's no order to the contrary.

Albin.
It is a noble death, I thank him for.

2. Sould.
Would I could save your life.
'Tis pity such true friendship should be cut off.

Albin.
Thank thee, noble Souldier.—
A great shout without.
What may this shout of joy proclaim.

1. Sould.
Truly, Sir I know not,
Enter Corporal.
How now Corporal, know you the reason of this shout.
Hark, the great Guns are fired too.

Corpor.
Yes, it is to welcom a Gentleman ashore
That this day saved our Governour's life.

2. Sould.
By what strange means, there was no storm at Sea.

Corpor.
No, no, 'twas thus. Our Governour, no sooner had put out to Sea,
(Whether to take the air, or make himself Sea-sick,
I know not) But a small Boat of Pirats, well mann'd
With Musketeers, hid in a small creek, whipt out,
And got between our shore and them. Who being far
Too nimble for our Boat, having more Oars,
Soon boarded them, who to save their lives were forc'd
To yield. When (to the amazement of our Governour,)
This Gentleman now landed, (and then their Captain)
Clap't in our Governour's hand, a good broad sword,
Bidding our men (if ever) now fight for Liberty, and injoy it.
Himself giving a brave testimony to our doubtfull men
By the death of two, or three of the chief Pyrats, that he was in earnest.
This done, they all fell to it. The Pyrats distracted at this
Surprisal, not knowing what to think (and less to do)
The major part was soon cut off, the rest brought prisoners in.
In this same skirmish, we had but two men hurt.
And this brave Gentleman (the preserver of their lives)
Received two wounds i'th' shoulder.
Now you may judg, whether our Governor hath not just
cause (nobly) to entertain this stranger.

2 Sould.
Come let's go see him.
Sir, we wish it lay within the compass of our powers to serve you.

Albin.
I thank you honest Souldiers.—

Ex: Om:
Ent. Letesia, Sol. disguised.
She weeps.
She kneels.
She riseth.
Ex. Letesi.
Enter Atheos: The new arrived Strainger. And Souldiers.
Athe.
Worthy Sir, you are welcome to your Garrison,
for whils't you please to stay in it, it must be so.
My life, I hold of you, which when you please command
il'e sacrifice to serve you.

Straing.
Sir, your bare acknowledging me your servant,
hath wip't off, what I have, or can be serviceable in,
and made me (now) your Debtor, which I shall never be
unable to confess, although not pay.
It was my love to vertue, and my Country, commanded me
to do no less, then to indeavour your safety (together
with my own) from such rude slaves as those,
for whom (I must confess I did, (but sore against my will)
some small service, having been late their Prisoner,
which gain'd me that command, you saw I had amongst them.

Athe.
Sir, you shall or'e come in this, and all things els.
And be assured, what entertainment this Country can afford
(within the bounds of my command) shall not be wanting
to serve you.
I have a sight to entertain you with, (tis probable) you have
not often seen. Souldiers, are the marks men ready,
I gave command (to day) should be drawn out.

1 Sould.
They are Sir.

Athe.
Go, and give order to the Marshall, he bring the Prisoners
forth to execution.—
Ex: 1 Sould.
Com: Sir, will it please you walk, where I shall shew you
a handsome Creature, which will needs taste death, for to preserve
her Sisters life. The like example of friendship
in a Gentleman for his friend, one that I ne'r yet saw.

Straing.
Is such examples of friendship common in these parts?

Athe.
These are the first, and rarest (should they hold out touch)
I ever saw, or heard of. Wil't please you walk.

Straing.
Your servant waits you Sir.—

Ex: Om:
Enter As on the Parade, Albinus bound Clarathea in Letesia's Habuit vaild. Adrastus disguised. A Guard of Souldiers.
Albin.
Dares that Villain Tyrant (your Governor) hope to find
mercy in the other world; That can commit such horrid
murder on a harmlesse Virgin, that hates bad deeds
as much as he doth Virtue?
You Gods above, redeem an innocent Maid forth from
the jaws of this Rebellious Woolf. The act appears
so horrid, it will not let me dye in peace.

2 Sould.
Peace, here is our Governor.

Ent: Athe. and Strainger.
Albin.
Yes, I will hold my peace.
You Tyrant, Governor, Villain, Monster of Men.—
Albin unvails her.
Look on this heavenly form, as innocently fair—
Straing: starts at sight of Clarathea.
as thou ar't sinfull soul. And
tell me, if thy flesh not tremble to be her murderer.

Straing:
You Powers (above) protect me, what vision's this.
It is some Angel, hath asum'd that shape
to make my wounds bleed fresh.

Athe.
Sir, are you not well.

Straing.
Somewhat there was, that I have seen, much like that face
that troubles me. Good Sir, what may her Name be.

Athe.
Mistresse, what may we call your Name.

Clarath.
Tell now, the unfortunate Clarathea.

Albin.
Cheer up (brave Maid.) Thou art so far from acting
what may beget a fear, Angels rejoice, they have beg'd
thee from this world, to inrich their Throne,
whilst this admiring world gropes in the dark,
as wanting vertues light.—

Clarath. spies the stranger.
Clarath.
Thou sacred Spirit speak.
T'was kindly done to come and bear
me company, to the other world—

Clarathea. faints away.
Albin.
Help, help, she faints.

Straing.
Tis she, tis she, you Gods, rob us not of our joy so soon,
Gentlemen, for Heavens sake help.—
Enter Letesia disguised.
Apfis speak one word of comfort,
Ti's by Corianus cals thee.
So, so, she breaths again.
Sir, If I have ought deserved at your noble hands,
(in what you may) assist this vertuous Maid,
in whose well being, consists my life.

Athe.
Souldiers (some of you) lay by your arms. And run for my
Sedan, fly you Villains.
Ex: Sould
Dear Lady, pardon your penitent servant,
who only did intend to shew you Death in him
to see how bravely you could bear it out.

Clarath,
Doth my Corianus live, or do I Dream.

Corian.
Thou comfort of my soul. Thy Corianus lives.
Lives to enjoy, what the rich Oceans treasure
should not buy for me. My best Apfia:

Imbraces her.
Athe.
Sir, this passion tels me, she should be of some value to you.
And I am gladly happy it so fals out, that I may serve you
for the life I hold.
Souldiers make ready, and fire at that stout Villain.

Adrast.
Hold, hold I say. Thou foul mouth'd tyrant.
There is more worth lodg'd in that noble brest of his
then would redeem (forth from the jaws of hell)
thy soul design'd for Ruine.—
Fals on Albinus his Neck.
Let all the unreconciled world, that stands deriding
at the Name of Friend, wash their bespattered souls;
And here fall down, and worship.
O Albinus, thou hast out done story, for where invention
found not charity to purchase a beleef
in thee, they may behold their error.
Here you tyrant, take the blood you thirst for,—
Tares open his Doublet, and puls of his Disguise
I am the mark you aim at:
T'was I that wounded you Lieutenant.

Apfia.
My Dear Corianus, if you have any power to prevail
speak for these worthiest of Men; They will deserve your love,
as Persons I have been preserved by.

Corian.
Sir, Then I must begg (what it you please to grant)
you everlastingly engage your Creature.
That since your Lieutenant (unfortunately wounded by this Gentleman)
is past Deaths present danger, that all may be forgot
between your self, and those two Gentlemen (the unparalleld
examples of true friendship) for whom, besides what
obligation, my Apfia charms me with, I am bound
(upon my knees) to plead for. And will engage, they shall
deserve your love; And prove your Gratefull Servants.

Athe.
Sir I have given you the power, dispose of them, and me
as you please. Souldiers, unbind the Gentleman,
he is no more your Prisoner. And now we stand all three
your Debtors for the lives we hold.

Adrast.
Worthy Sir, what you have (so liberally) ingaged for us.—
Turns to Corianus.
shall be performed. My Life you have preserved,
which I shall husband to the best advantage
(in all obedience) to your commands.

Corian.
Sir, I must proclaim my self a Traytor to my own
reason, should I no endeavour to preserve those lives,
I must in mercy to my self (if il'e seek honour)
imitate.

Letesi. takes of her Disguise.
Letesi.
And doth Letesia live, to see her Dear Adrastus free,
worthiest of Maids, I joy to see (as for my self)
thee lodgd in those blest arms thou gavest for Dead.
Thy vertue hath redeem'd us all.

Apfi.
I ne'r could do service worthy your acceptation
till this hour. And what (through weaknesse)
I may want to serve you. I know my Coranius
(gladly) will perform.

Corian.
Lady Apfia's Friends, commands the Life I hold.
Come my Apfia, I shall unfold thy Fathers plots,
and charge he gave his servants to confirm me Dead,
which (once) began to grow disputable, through the festering
of a wound he gave me.—

Ent: Symph, and Gripe-man.
Adrast.
Symphronio.

Symph.
The very same I can assure you.
Sir, (if I mistake not) this is your Vertuous Daughter.—
Turns to Letesi. Letesi. starts back.
Ney, flinch not fair Letesia.
I bring you none but friends.

Gripe.
And lives my Letesia; My Child, my Daughter?—

Adrast. and Letesi. kneels.
Adrast.
Yes, and Adrastus you Son to, I can assure you.

Gripe.
My blessing on you both; And with it, all I have.

Adrast.
Worthy Sir, (my Father now)

Gripe.
Come come, no words; All is forgot, all is forgot.
My joy is too great for me to contain.
This sight, hath fild my veins with youthfull blood,
I hardly can beleeve I am mortall.

Athe.
This is a Day of joy, worthy remembrance.
And Gentlemen; And Ladies, what I have done
displeasing to you. Pray forgive it.
And if you please to solemnize your joyes
in this poor Garrison, what it, and the Country
can afford is yours.

Althe.
We humbly thank you Sir.

Gripe:
And should accept this noble curtesie,
did not my House call home,
which pray command as yours.
Where I, with Feasant, Cocke, Parteridg, and Plovers,
will nobly feast you; And these Loyall Lovers.