SAMIA

Ah little boy how glad thy mother would Supply thy wants but naked need denies: Thy father's slender portion in this world, By usury and false deceit is lost, No charity within this City bides: All for themselves, and none to help the poor. Is this thy slender care to help our child? Hath nature armed Thee to no more remorse? Ah cruel man, unkind, and pitiless, Come Clesiphon my boy, isle beg for Thee. Ah silly man I know thy want is great, And foolish I to crave where nothing is. Haste Alcon haste, make haste unto our son, Who since he is in favour of the King, May help this hapless Gentleman and us. For to regain our goods from tyrants hands. No Traitor Radagon, but true is he, What hath promotion bleared thus thine eye, To scorn thy father when he visits thee? Ah-lasse my son behold with ruthful eyes, Thy parents robbed of all their worldly weal, By subtle means of Usury and guile, The Judges ears are deaf and shut up close, All mercy sleeps, then be thou in these plundges A patron to thy mother in her pains, Behold thy brother almost dead for food, O succour us, that first did succour thee. You know us not. O Radagon you know, That knowing us, you know your parents then, Thou knowest this womb first brought Thee forth to light, I know these paps did foster Thee my son. Nay Traitor, I will haunt Thee to the death, Ungracious son, untoward and perverse, I'll fill the heavens with echos of thy pride, And ring in every ear thy small regard, That dost despise thy parents in their wants, And breathing forth my soul before thy feet, My curses still shall haunt thy hateful head, And being dead, my ghost shall Thee pursue. Justice Oh King, justice against my son. This cursed Radagon. O politic in sin and wickedness, Too impudent for to delude thy Prince. O Rasni this same womb first brought him forth. This is his father, worn with care and age, This is his brother, poor vnhaphie lad, And I his mother, though contemned by him, With tedious toil we God our little good, And brought him up to school with much charge: Lord how we joyed to see his towardness, And to our selves we oft in silence said, This youth when we are old may succour us. But now preferred and lifted up by Thee, Vue quite destroyed by cursed usury, He scorneth me, his father, and this child. O all you heavens, and you eternal powers, That sway the sword of justice in your hands, (If mother's curses for her sons contempt, May fill the balance of your fury full) Pour down the tempest of your direful plagues, Upon the head of cursed Radagon. So you are joust, now triumph Samia. Exet Samia. The better luck ours, but what have we here, cast ap parell. Come away man, the Usurer is near, this is dead beware, let it not bide on our hands. If he could spare it. Repent you men of Nineveh, repent, The day of horror and of torment comes, When greedy hearts shall glutted be with fire, When as corruptions vailde, shall be unmasked, When briberies shall be repayed with bane. When whoredoms shall be recompensed in hell. When riot shall with rigor be rewarded. When as neglect of truth, contempt of God, Disdain of poor men, fatherless and sick, Shall be rewarded with a bitter plague. Repent you men of Nineveh, repent. The Lord hath spoke, and I do cry it out. There are as yet but forty days remaining, And then shall Nineveh be overthrown. Repent you men of Nineveh, repent. There are as yet but forty days remaining, And then shall Nineveh be overthrown. Exet. Ashamed of my misdeeds, where shall I hide me? Exet.