ACT. II. SCEN. I.
Enter Oſriick the King, Theodrick,
Theodwald, Eaufrid, Alfrid, E-
delbert, 2. Lords.
OSr.Let your diſpatches inſtantly be
Through all the Kingdom to incite the
(As many as are mine, or would be
To expreſſe with me their joy, for the
Of the ſo long deſired happineſſe.
In this our beautious and magnificent
1. Lor.See that through all the Cities,
With ſolemn Feaſts, and publique ſign
They celebrate a day for theſe glad
2. Lor.Poſt every way, that the third
The general joy may ſound and ſhine
Attend.That’s with Bells and Bone-
1. & 2. Lor.Goe.
Ex. Attendants.
Kin.And now my Lords, I muſt re-
To ſet down a fit order for our journey
Unto this Queen to perfect my worlds
I would not fail in the leaſt Article
Of ſtate or decency in this Affair.
Provide ſo that we may in all appear
Worthy th’ Atchievement of our fair am-
And let our followers be choſen ſuch
Whoſe inward worth no leſſe than out-
[B4v]May.
The Queens Exchange.
May make us glorious in this expedition.
Do ſpeedily and effectually good my
1. & 2. Lor.Our duty ſhall prevent it.
King.Methinks the ſilent Picture ſeems
’Tis fit I ſhould anticipate a day,
Ex. Lords.
Rather then loſe one minute from that
Whoſe very ſhadow is ſo Angel bright.
Emb.But when your Highneſs ſhall
Shall touch, nay more and nearer ſhall
Nay more and nearer yet, enfold and
Nay more and neareſt of all, enjoy
The lively (that’s too little) heavenly
Of this poor imaginary, which is as ſhort,
As far inferior to the life,
As a weak ſtar-light to the mid day Sun.
King.O do not raviſh me with expe-
This is a way to make each hour untill
I ſhall enjoy my bliſſe, a tedious night;
Each night a death: Yet can I not de-
To ſhift the Argument off our diſcourſe.
Did ſhe appear ſo fair, ſo lovely?
Suppoſe you ſee a glorious Firmament,
Bedek’d with heavenly Stars; ſo ſhines
With Ladies might be thought of match-
Striking meer humane ſight with admi-
Imagine now you ſee break through a
Amidſt thoſe Stars, though heavenly
The bright
Cynthia in her full of Luſtre.
So this no leſſe to be compared Queen,
Shines above beauty to an humane eye
That is not mix’d with powerful Ma-
You may behold her your Divinity,
My King may comprehend what can
Me only to confeſſe, I do admire.
Kin.O thou art mine. In ſuch a
And ſuch a ſervant nev’r was King ſo
But are there in her Court (although in-
To her more Excellent) ſuch ſpecial
And in my
Theodricks apprehenſion?
You have made choice of one then?
One ſo agreeable to my affection
Above all the reſt, I cannot but confeſſe
I ſtrove to be her Servant.
She was a fair one.
Theodrick, never fear,
She is thine own, my ſelf will be thy
If ſhe be worthy of thee.
With all the graces which adorn the
In beſt opinion ſhe’s unparallel’d
By any Subject, Lady, (I muſt ever
Allow Supremacy unto the Queen)
And for her Perſon, it appears in all
Moſt anſwerable to her face. Of which
Th’ exacteſt Copy that I could get
And without flattery by the Queens
King.Pray let me ſee’t. Indeed it is a
Did he that drew this of the Queen, draw
King.But not with the ſame colours.
Truſt me they’re much unlike,
And merits her diſpleaſure even to
T’advance a Servants beauty ’bove her
Emb.What ſayes your Majeſty?
C[1]King.
The Queens Exchange.
King.Keep off a little,
(does,
You ſtand juſt in my light. And ſo he
Twixt me and the prime beauty of the
But I’l be even with him, and cauſe my
To ſet this Crown upon this head, and
Fie, what a fancie’s this? He will per-
But now I note this Forehead, and this
This Eye, this Lip—
(lets fall the
other)
Emb.You have let fall the Queen Sir.
(takes it up)
King.I cry her mercy. What a ſhame
That I ſhould fall in his diſcovery?
Are Courts ſo fraught with fraud and
And can a King that governs ſuch pro-
No whit diſſemble to obſcure his paſſi-
I muſt, and thus begin to practice it.
Theodrick, didſt thou note my contem-
Your Highneſſe viewing them well. And
To make no ſearch into my Soveraigns
King.Thou art ever modeſt. Thus it
(Proteſt it rap’t me bove the pitch of
Firſt to conſider what an abſolute beauty
This Queen has in herſelf; but then to
The circumſtances, many ſuch as this
(As thou affirmſt) inferiour lights to her,
That ſhine about her, rendring her more
Lights her above affection, to an height
That claims her adoration. Then marvel
That now when this but in Effigy
Was but plac’d by her. By which her
So much the more appear’d, I could not
This Figure of that all to be comman-
When my high thoughts were fled up
Now take thy piece of craftſmanſhip
Which truſt me is a pritty one; whilſt I
Devote my ſervice to this Deity.
Emb.Sir, you have given me the
What a miſtake was here? But thou art
And coveteſt but thy own; Take it
Now tell me of what houſe or Parentage
Emb.I told you firſt her Vertues,
Her perſon next, and by this her beauty,
Which you are pleas’d to deem not
King.’Tis ſuch
Theodrick that had I
This ſo much above it (pardon my hy-
I ſhould have envied any man but thee
In ſuch a choice. But ſpeak her parentage.
Emb.That’s all her blemiſh.
King.Is ſhe of tainted blood?
Emb.You ſearch with Kingly wiſe-
To that bold obſtinate Baron I enform’d
Whom the Queen in her juſt diſpleaſure
King.Thy love to her may hereafter
Emb.Heaven bleſſe the King.
That Picture once again. It wants ex-
Emb.I ſhould want judgement
[C1v]Not
The Queens Exchange.
King.Here it wants palpably
The drooping of the brow; and here
The dulneſſe of the Eye, which here
But for a little ſquint it has. Good Queen
You look a ſquint. Then look you Sir,
You ſhall not hear me neither, cauſe I
Spoil your conceit of it. Your Lady wants
The furious ſharpneſſe of the noſe, which
My Queen has very ſhrewly. And again,
You han’t the hanging of the nether lip,
Which the beſt Phiſiognomiſts do tell us
Shews women apt to luſt, and ſtrong in-
Phew, This is all too ſweet for mortal
Here, take’t again, and keep mine for me
Lay ’em together, th’one may mend the
Emb.I have known women oft marry
Their Pictures may perhaps have greater
King.I am not well, what kind of
A wild confuſion rumbles in my brain,
My thoughts are all at ſtrife.
Emb.How fares your Highneſſe?
King.Sick, ſick,
Theodrick.
Emb.Retire Sir to your Couch.
Enter 2 Lords.
1 & 2. Lor.Where is my Lord the King.
1. Lor.We have provided for your
In ſuch a ſort as never King went forth.
King.Whither, to Heaven, my Lords?
2. Lor.Yes, to the Queen.
Lovers count marriage Heaven before
But afterwards I know what ſome have
Oh this is your honey moon.
Yes, yes, you ſhall to Heaven, your Hea-
In ſuch a royal manner. See the Order.
Emb.You do not well to vex the King.
1. Lor.Sick? marry Heaven forbid.
2. Lor.Sick o’the Wife before he has
Come, a very trothplight qualm, into
And at we find you we’l our ſelves
Emb.Who waits within there? call
Exeunt omnes.
SCEN. II.
A ſhout within, the Muſik, ſound the
Bells. Enter 4 Clowns with tools.
1.And what’s the reaſon of all this
2.The King, the King man muſt be
3.And muſt he have a Wife?
2.A Wife? a Queen man, and all the
Muſt be his Commonwealth, and under
2.And we muſt ſon and daughter it
4.That will be brave indeed.
1.O but where is
Jeffrey, jolly
Jeffrey
now? the prick and praiſe,
The very prick and praiſe, and prime
Spark of our Pariſh, to ſet our
3.The Bells a ringing, and the Bowls
a trowling, the Fidlers fumbling &c
Tumbling. O
Jeffrey, where art thou
2.He’s at hand I warrant you, he
C 24. What
The Queens Exchange.
4.What, to pray at ſuch a time as this?
2.No but to help to rear the Tennor,
3.That’s to be born withal. It is in-
Lopheavy Bell. I would the Church-
Should have mended it when he robb’d
2.There ſaid you well. The Curate
When ’twas. But it makes no matter
3.Whoop, here comes
Jeffrey ſweating
Ent. Jeffrey.
Jeff.The great Bells of our Town, they
They jingle they jangle, the Tenner of
4.O
Jeffrey, welcome
Jeffrey.
Jeff.And ſhall we have a Queen?
All.So they ſay
Jeffrey. O the braveſt
Jeff.Take heed o’ that, woman did
Give you warning. No man muſt know
But the King himſelf. But a brave Queen
And loves a man with all her heart.
Where art O Queen? we’l make thee
Such an holy day, as ſhall
Juſtle all the working dayes out of our
Shall be ſaid that we will work no more
Seventh Son, O Queen, who muſt be
Foretel, the Age to come ſhall not have
1.So we may make a long holyday
Jeff.Let work no more be thought on,
Of remembrance, we will not ceaſe our
Fear we dream of work again. Down
Tools, and Implements of Huſbandry,
Diſhonours our new holy day.
1.But
Jeffrey, our Maſters grudge to
Enough to make a beaking Bonefire.
Jeff.Not wood to make a Bonefire?
Your Sheeplocks, Flayles, Spades,
Shovels, Rakes and Pitchforks, ſhall all
2.And ſo we may be ſure to make
Jeff.The maids ſhall bring their Rocks,
their Tubs, their Pales and Buttocks.
4.Buckets thou wouldſt ſay.
Their Buckets ſhall they bring, Waſh-
Their Buckingtubs, Baſkets and Battle-
And all be made a Bonefire for the
3.My mother will not let her houſe-
Jeff.We’l burn her for a witch then
And her thatcht manſion too about her
But we will ſhew our zeal unto the
Jeff.Sfoot, if our Maſters do rebel
Now Majeſty’s on our ſide, and not
When we mean to give fire, as duty binds
We’l have their Carts by th’ arſes, Har-
The Ploughs and Harrows, and the
[C2v]becauſe
The Queens Exchange.
Becauſe the Beaſts ſhall play too; only
Their Racks and Mangers. All that’s
Belonging to our work beſides, ſhall
Shall periſh, I have ſaid it. Not the
Molecatchers ſtaff ſhall ſcape the flame.
Not low us wood? We’l drink up all
the drink to the Queens health
And burn the Hogſheads, Barrels, Kil-
Firkins and Rundlets, all to the wooden
Shall ſmoak for’t in our bonefire for the
1.But where ſhall we make this
Houge and monſtrious Bonefire?
Jeff.Here, here, juſt here, in this very
The ground, here it ſhall blaze up to
We will roaſt our Town Bull at it, with
All. 4.Ah good
Jeffrey ſtill.
Jeff.Nothing too dear to ſignifie our
King and Queen, let us beſtir us there-
And enact this as a law amongſt us,
He that does not gall his hands to day
Ringing, ſhall be hang’d up in the bell-
And he that is not ſoundly liquor’d by
Be made fewel for our Bonefire; ſuch
Will burn better then Hereticks.
And laſt of all, he that does not keep
Waking in the way that we wot of till
to morrow milking time, ſhall
Gelt, or elſe led through the Town by
Shall be nameleſſe in a cleft ſtick. And ſo
Jeff.The King we make no doubt of,
For him theſe ſeven years.
All 4.A
Jeffrey, a
Jeffrey.
Enter a Conſtable and Alfride.
Conſt.Whither away my friends?
Jeff.To make the braveſt bonefire that
Troy, or that which the Tyrant Emperor
Jeff.We muſt forbear, what Hebrew’s
We underſtand not what muſt forbear
Conſt.You muſt forbear to make your
Jeff.Muſt? that word had nev’r been
nam’d had all been
Jeffrey;
We muſt forbear to ſet our loves on fire
Unto the King, Doſt thou not feel thy ſelf
O man what e’re thou art, becoming a
Knowſt thou the words thou ſpeakeſt
Conſt.I know what I do ſpeak, and
Conſt.I know my Office too, by vertue
I charge you in the Kings name, lay by
Your ſports and paſtimes, I’l lay you by
Will you Sir know a reaſon? The King
Jeff.Then let us drink his health.
Conſt.He is ſick exceedingly.
Jeff.Then let us drink exceedingly.
Conſt.He’s ſick even unto death.
Jeff.Then let us ring our Bells for that,
and make a Funeral Bonefire.
Conſt.I ſay no drinking at all, no Bells,
It is his Majeſties command.
[C3]Jeffrey.
The Queens Exchange.
Jeff.I ſay his Majeſties firſt word ſhall
ſtand for Bells and Bonefires.
Though we ſet the Town a fire, and
ring the Bells backwards.
Conſt.Ye will not be all hang’d will
Here’s a Gentleman and a Courtier, that
ſo ſignifies his Majeſties pleaſure.
Jeff.A Gentleman and a Courtier,
Jeff.What monſters are bred in
Affri-
For one at moſt; well, for the Gentle-
Are, thus I ſalute you; Now for the
Is within you, I muſt wait upon it here;
this poſterior poſture did
I learn of a Spanniel whoſe name was
Now let me tell you Maſter Gentleman
and Courtier, that we are
Sorry that ſickneſſe ſhould make our
So fickle-headed as to croſſe our ſports
Meant to have made him ſuch an holy-
Have prov’d more worth to him than a
Twenty ſickneſſes beſides: Yet can we
not be ſo ſorry for his ſickneſſe as
Was his miſhap to play mock holyday
Alfr.The King ſhall know your loves,
Jeff.Your Friend and
Jeffrey.
Alfr.Then
Jeffrey be it, I’l promiſe
You will up to Court with me.
Jeff.Up to the Gallows ſhall I not?
Alfr.My life for thine. And thou ſhalt
Here’s Gold in earneſt, take it. The Kings
Is melancholy, and thou mayſt do him
Then a whole Colledge of Phyſitians.
Jeff.He takes me for a fool, I’l make
The beſt is, many a Fool has thriv’d at
The worſt is, I am not the firſt that has
His Country. I’l along with you Sir, and
By you, I ſhall quickly learn Courtſhip
To forget to thank you: And for your
Old Friends, what need ſoever you may
Me, you muſt be ſure I’l be a ſtranger
All 4.Wilt thou forſake us
Jeffrey?
The hobby horſe at our next Revel rout?
Jeff.The hobby horſe of preferment
If you chance to ſee me in my robes
When I come to be the Fool Royal, you
Garments, and whiſper to your acquain-
That you knew me once, But on your
Not that I ſhould know you then.
1.Nay, we are not ſuch Clowns but
Courtiers in favour will know no body.
Jeff.’Tis true, for when they are in
Clown will not know them.
Conſt.You were beſt look to your faſt
Jeff.High in fooling thou wouldſt ſay
ſilly Conſtable; yet there’s no
Great danger. One fool may outſtand ſix
Alfr.Away then as thou art.
Jeff.I Sir, I’l take no ſhift with me,
[C3v]The
The Queens Exchange.
The better when I come there.
All 4.Well, farewel
Jeffrey, thy like
Jeff.Commend me to all the Laſſes,
Do not you grieve for my departure, nor
The holyday that here is loſt; inſtead
You may have a new one, I wiſh that
That loves me beſt,as ſpeedily as may be
Hanging,that the reſt may make holyday
1.Now the Dee’l braſt crag of him.
2.He’s a right Courtier already.
4.I’m glad he us’d us no better, If
I ſhould have cried out mine eyes for
Exeunt omnes.
SCEN. III.
Enter Segebert, Anthynus.
Seg.’Twas a miraculous eſcape. Good
Is with me ſtill. I have not heard
That any of theſe native Salvages,
Theſe home-bred monſters in humanity,
Theſe out-laws, theſe-deteſted Thieves
Have enterpriz’d a villany like this,
To ſet with ſuch a violence on men
Of our weak ſeeming, poor and needy
When I did offer them to ſhun their
All that we had even to our bare apparel.
AnthIt ſeems their aym was at our
And doubtleſſe they were ſome that
Through our diſguiſes, and perſu’d us
With an inveterate malice to deſtroy us
Thou impious Queen, and more unna-
To baniſh me unjuſtly? but thou muſt
Purſue my life by treacherous cruelty?
Art thou not hurt at all my Son?
To the leaſt danger of one drop of blood
Seg.They are three ſturdy Knaves and
Anth.Had they been forty Sir, while I
By your white Innocence and holy
Heavens juſtice lent me hands to beat
Yet give me leave dear Sir, to aſk you
Why you have bent your Pilgrimage
Leading into a country of more danger
Unto your life and ſafety, then your own
Northumberland, whoſe King cannot but
In greater heat againſt you then the
That ſo unjuſtly baniſh’d you; you
(Though you eſcape the danger of this
Into the reach of his revengeful fury.
Seg.It was and is my purpoſe to appear
In perſon to that King at my lifes price,
Which I am no more fond of then my
Is of my truth. And when I have made
Th’ unfitneſs of the match, by the dis-
He’l run into if he proceed in it;
If then he take my life, I am at home,
Acquainted that you meant to travel this
Sent her Blood-hounds after you; I
[C4]They
The Queens Exchange.
They could not be mere Thieves.
Seg.Good Angels guard us;
They have made head again in greater
Enter Offa diſguis’d and Outlaws.
Anth.Take greater courage then.
Offa.Faint hearted ſlaves
Muſt I give hire and do the taſk my ſelf?
1. Outl.’Tis not amiſſe to help for
All.Upon ’em all at once.
They fight. Anthynus knock down I.
Outlaw. Offa wounds Segebert in
the head, he ſincks.
Anthynus diſarms Offa. Offa runs off,
whilſt Anthynus ſpeaks.
Anth.This ſword thou never handleſt
more. Take you it and freſh cou-
(Anth. Beats off the other and ſpeaks on)
May you not ceaſe your flight till you
That bred ye villans; to purſue ye further
Were to neglect a nearer duty.
Dear honour’d Sir, look up;
Seg.Even almoſt well I hope.
Anth.He means with death,
Alas he’s deeply wounded and bleeds
But what do I in this? I have not tears
Enough to waſh theſe wounds, although
To bind them up. But mearly to bewail
With looks and lamentations is as
As here to leave him languiſhing to
And run in purſuit of his enemies
To work revenge, Neither of theſe bring
Mount up my thoughts to Heaven then
Upon my ready induſtry, and let each
Of mine as prompt to works and pray-
How is it now Sir? do I not bind it too
Anth.Offa is not here, Sir, ’tis I, your
Why look you on that ſword ſo?
Anth.Pray Sir look on me, I fear his
And as his mind was ever on
Offa
Before unfortunate me; ſo now he gives
The merit that belongs (if any be)
Due to the duty of a ſon in this
From me to him. But envy be thou from
Why look you on that ſword, and not
’Twas I that wonne it for you.
Anth.That’s well ſaid Sir, ſpeak
though but faintly to me,
I had rather hear your groans then find
Anth.That’s comfortably ſpoken; ſo,
Anth.Reſt upon me, my ſtrength, my
Æneas that true Trojan ſon, whoſe fame
For piety ever crowns his name
Had not a will (although my means be
Exceeding mine to anſwer nature more,
Well ſaid, that ſtep became you, we ſhall
I ſee apace, give me your ſword, it trou-
Anth.That’s the beſt ſign of all.
Keep it and hold it faſt Sir, we will back
A little to the Spring we came by, where
I’l ſomewhat more accommodate your
Heaven, which mens honeſt pains doth
Will when we leaſt can hope afford
[C4v]Enter
The Queens Exchange.
1. Outl.Oh, oh, ſome help, oh.
Enter an Hermit and Servant with a Baſket.
HermHark, didſt thou not hear a cry?
My guts that cry within me Sir for meat.
I hear no other cry, nor have not done.
Serv.Almoſt theſe 5. years.
Herm.Peace thou belly-god, ’twas
Serv.It is a belly-divel rather, that has
E’re ſince I ſerv’d you under ground
Above ground could have faſted like me.
Herm.Haſt thou not dayly food thou
Serv.Yes, ſuch as Caterpillers eat;
Bloſſomes and Buds, many green grow-
Such as you make your medicines of, and
Some of the Caterpillers. A diſh of Ca-
Let me ſee in what? in Uſurers greaſe,
Knew where to get it, might ſerve to
But we live out oth’ world by Prayer
Herm.Thou fareſt as I fare, feedeſt as
ServBut Sir, there’s difference in our
Could ſpend my time, whole dayes in
You do, this kind of fare or faſting
Rather, would not be ſo bitter to me.
Herm.Didſt thou not hear it now?
Serv.Yes, ſomething like the croaking
of a Frog me thought. If it
Were one, I would wade up to the waſte
For my ſupper. Here, here Sir, here ’tis,
Work for you. Once a week we are com-
Either to cure or bury one or other,
Outlaws, they make us work for no-
thing here, as if we dwelt
Here for the purpoſe, nor do I know
Herm.Look up man, canſt thou ſpeak?
Serv.There’s great hope of recovery,
Herm.Canſt thou hold up thy hands,
Serv.He does, he does; hang’t he’l
Herm.Help up his body, then down
Serv.And to morrow up with him
Into a grave. Better let him lie now Sir,
You’l ne’re do good on him I doubt;
So damnably as if the Divel were at my
Herm.Peace knave, in charity I’l do
Heaven hitherto my labours well has
Serv.Nay, had I his weight in Veni-
ſon ſo neer Kill’d, and might be
Eat it; I would aſk no more fleſh while
(Here enter Offa and the Outlaws aſſuring
him they are dead.)
Enter Anthynus carrying Segebert
in his Arms.
Anth.Can no releaſe be had? is this
That curſed piece of ground which Na-
Should be call’d Hell on Earth? where
Murder and cruelty beyond it; deep
To a poor remnant of diſtreſſed life
Of al reviving comforts, food, or medicine?
Anth.And muſt we needs be ſet
By the malitious ignorance of Fortune
D[1]On
The Queens Exchange.
Anth.Where ill abounds, and every
Was’t not enough that ſo much blood
was ſpilt
(which hath flow’d
From this white reverend head, from
Counſels that have preſerv’d the blood of
And fitter now to wear a Diadem
It ſelf, then thus be ſtain’d with his own
Had it not been enough to have left him
Thou Tyrant Fortune, but to take away
All means of Succour? no relief? no
Seg.Good Son, be not impatient.
Accurſed Fate! he bleeds a freſh again,
As if his blood I now but waſh’d away
Cry’d for the reſt to follow it.
Son, this impatience hurts thy ſelf and
Better let me bleed ſtill (bleeding’s an
Then thou diſpleaſe the awful power of
By chiding at the feign’d ones, good take
Anth.Me you have juſtly chidden, and
Pardon of Heaven and you, and now me-
I am inſpir’d unto a further duty
(tried
Of ſeeking remedy. I’l leave no way un-
To find it, if I may. And though my
Will ſore perplex me; I will with your
Leave you a while to forrage for relief.
But firſt pray let me change a ſword
Not that I think yours better, but becauſe
I fear ſome charm is in’t, or ſecret ill
(ſtill
Gainſt you, you ſigh ſo when you view it
Seg.Good Son, forbear ’t, and me unto
Till thou returnſt. Heavens & my bleſſing
Anth.So ſtrengthned I ſhall ſure find
To raife you out of this calamity.
Exit Anthynus.
Seg.This ſword
Anthynus? no, ſhouldſt
This ſword as I do, it would raiſe thy
Unto an execution of that horror
Would ſhake me in my grave: this ſword
Which now I cannot but with tears re-
Was once mine own. I gave it to thy
(I will not call him ſo) but to my Son,
(Why ſhould I him call him ſo?) but to
Offa,
And ſo I fear I name my murtherer.
For when I gave it him, I charg’d him
To part with it; he firmly vow’d the
And that whilſt I or he ſhould live, no
Should ever give it motion but himſelf.
Wer’t thou ſo greedy of my life, my
Offa,
To ſnatch it from me thus? when as the
Thy Parricidial hands has given me,
Are not ſo bitter as the wronged
Though they are deep and overflow
I have two wounds within me that are
Which have diſcover’d in my heart and
A trebbled Spring of deerer blood then
One pricks me with compaſſion for thee,
My good, my charitable, pious Son.
All bleſſing due to ſanctimonious vertue
Be ever thy companion, till thou art
Mongſt Sons of men the pattern of true
What foul miſtruſts? puddles of jealouſie
Were lodg’d in this dark boſome againſt
And of affection what a pure ſtream did
By a falſe Current to my ſecond Son?
Who by thy truth appears not now
Which makes my other wound, in that
I cheriſh’d him by doing of thee wrong.
Now from my heart iſſue two ſtreams
One thick and clotty, th’ other clean
In the groſſe blood I vent the wrong
[D1v]I ſwal-
The Queens Exchange.
I ſwallow’d againſt thee my good
And in the cleer I ſee
Offa’s falſhood may
In both my blood runs forth apace. O
My thick blood
Anthynus be forgiven by
And the clear cleanſe my
Offa’s treachery
Enter Hermit and Servant.
Herm.Didſt thou not hear a groan? a
Serv.Not I Sir, I heard nothing.
Herm.Hark, look about; I am ſure I
heard a groan.
(haps has groand.
SerHere Sir, here’s ſomething that per-
But it’s out of hearing now.
Herm.And ſo is pitty amongſt men.
Ay me! an old man,
(old man,
Murthered! A ſeeming ſimple innocent
And yet he holds a ſword.
Serv.So, more work ſtill.
(cure one,
Whilſt we are gathering Simples to
Here’s another
John Simple laid in our
Serv.I, but he has no breath, not ſo
Scolding wife that has been
9. dayes in
the grave.
ruthleſs villains
Herm.Alas, he’s gone indeed; What
Could have done this on ſuch an aged
In this ſo harmleſſe habit?
Serv.Good maſter, let it warn you;
Paſs’d by theſe man-Tygers, theſe wol-
viſh Outlaws ſafely, early and
Worth their malice. Yet pray Sir now
Begin to kill men of this coat, and theſe
Forſake this Salvage habitation, and live
In the world of meat again.
Herm.How ill are theſe white hairs
Methinks I ſhould have known this face.
The blood off? come, help away with
Serv.He’s holp away, and made away
Serv.Sure they have blown their ſins
into him that kill’d him,
He’s ſo heavy, he’s deadly heavy. Pray Sir
let me
(and beſtow him here.
Fetch my grave inſtruments & your book
You will not bury him in your Cave I’m
Herm.I ſay I’l have him down; perhaps
Man that’s there may know him.
Serv.I would I had but this Fellows
weight in buttock Beef.
Exeunt.
Enter Anthynus.
Anth.I come my Father, chide not
In which I was more tardy I confeſſe,
Than e’re I was in duty. I have brought
Where are you Sir? Ha! this was ſure
And this the very Oak at which I left
I mark’d it carefully, and took due heed
Even to the number of my ſteps in my
Departure, how to make my back return,
Nor was my tarriance ſuch, that in that
He could recover ſtrength to ſhift his
I wiſh it were ſo well with him. My
My father, what a miſt of doubts ſtand I
Amaz’d in? and my unſpeakable amaze-
Is ſuch, that I begin to call my ſight
And memory in queſtion, whither this
Or whither he? or I? or any thing
(me,
Be, or be not; good ſenſes do not leave
My ſearch will be in vain if you forſake
Father, my Lord! where are you? how?
Anth.That was well ſaid, ſpeak on.
Ecch.Now here.
(Anth. within.)
Anth.Now here? where is that here?
Anth.I hear and follow, but I know
D 2Ecch.
The Queens Exchange.
Anth.At the ſame place again?
If there be place, or I know any thing,
How is my willingneſs in ſearch delu-
It is the Wood that rings with my com-
And mocking Eccho makes her merry
Curs’d be thy babling, and mayſt thou
A ſport for wanton boys in thy fond
Or ſtay, perhaps it was ſome gentle
Hovering ith’ Air, that ſaw his flight to
And would direct me thither after him.
Good reaſon, leave me not, but give me
A little to conſider nearer home;
Say his diviner part be taken up
(ones
To thoſe celeſtial joys, where bleſſed
Find their inheritance of immortality.
I cannot think his earthly properties
So ſoon could find the paſſage to that
His body would be here, poor martyr’d
That though it yet did live, could not
Without the help of others legs & hands.
And here haunt none, but ſuch whoſe
Would toſſe him into further miſery.
Wild Beaſts, if here were any half ſo ra-
As thoſe inhumane mankind monſters
(That drew his blood and theſe unuſual
Could not devour him all, ſome particle,
Some remnant would be left to bleſſe a
But here is none but that too ſure a ſign
For me to know the place by, where I
Part of the blood I ſaw run from him. O
Dear hallowed blood inſpire me with
To find the fountain whence this ſtream
I will not eat nor ſleep until I know.
No? canſt thou tell me nothing? Then
A Sample of the precious ſtore was ſpilt,
To keep me ſtill in memory of the guilt:
And of my vow, never to feed or reſt,
Until I find him here, or with the bleſt.
Exit.
