GANDY

Under correction of your Holiness, Those wars which virtue leu es against v ce, Are only known to some particulars Which have them written in their consciences. Those are the same they seem and in such wars Your son shall make remonstrance of his valour, And so become true Champion of the Church. Your holiness in this shall see my skill, To do you service, Exit Candy. Why Lodowick ? the wethercocke is turned, The wind stands fair, but how long will that hold? So may we put in hazard our whole Church The deer estate of Christ's flock militant And bring confusion unto Christendom. This is Saint Peters bulwark; for my part Here I will die ere I surrender it. We cannot, nor we will not yield it up. This was and act of such strange consequence, As never yet was herd, a man found dead Within a private chamber of his house; When all his servants stirred: not one of them That could give evidence of what befell But that he killed himself. Cosa impossibile. I cannot think it. The gentleman was honest, full of sport, And well affected. Go too, go too. Good Barbarossa pray my sister Lucrece, Here to encounter me with her good company: Somewhat I would in private talk with her. High God be merciful. Thou that dost know the secrets of all hearts, If Lucrece (as my father does suspect) Was privy to this murder of my life I can learn all she knows. But yet I will not either suspect, or urge her were it true Being indeed a violation of brotherhood & common huma nity She makes towards me—sister how fairs it with you? What order took you for his funnerall? Perform it decently with diligence. Gladly deer sister with what hast you may, And I desire you noble Barbarosa To meet us at my Chamber after supper. My brother Caesar hath appointed with me Some business, and I crave your company. Tell him I will attend by nine of clock. My trembling liver throbs, my cold hearts heavy; My mind disturbed and I know not why But all as he will, heavens above for me. Exeunt omnes. What is't a clock boy now? But hath La Bellam formiana noti e, Of our approach to night. 'Tis very dark, good brother go before, You know the streets best. My heart begins to throb, my soul misdoubts, I fear some treachery A I me fido, guarda me Dio, On in Gods name. Caesar I can scarce go, A sudden qualm hath seized upon my spirits. 'Tis a foul business let us retire, And seek some other season for our sports, Are you worser spos;worser to quarrel in the streets, Neither the time nor place serves instantly; To call you to some audit for these words. Dear God revenge my wrongs, receive my soul. Farewell Barbarossa. How then. It is impossible (after a search) No anger found within Vis llies doers, But that some servant of his family Should have sure notice how the murder was. I know deer brother when your counsel tends Unto my good it issueth from pure love.