PRODITOR

I, I, would he were from Court, And 'tis the greatest pity Noble Lord, He is untraveled, Had he but travail to his time and Virtue—o he should near return again. Most true my royal Lord. O 'tis the very lustre of a Prince, Travail! 'tis sweet and generous, A little too wise, a little too wise to live long. Let me salute you Captain. Hear you the news? My Lord, the Dukes Son is upon his tram vail to several Kingdoms. Tak't of my Truth, nay, twa's well managed, things are as they are handled: but all my care is still, pray heaven he return safe, without danger Cap taine. I by my faith Captain. Princes have private enemies, and great: Put case a man should grudge him, for his Virtues: Or envy him, for his wisdom: why you know This makes him lie bore breasted to his foe. Thence Captain comes the fear, but singly attended neither (my best gladness) only by your Son in Law Fidelio. All we of the younger house, I can tell you do doubt him much,—the Ladies removed, shall we have your sweet soscietie Captain? I love to avoid strife, Not many months Phoenix shall keep his life. Puh, you do resist me hardly. Why assure your self, Madame, 'tis not the fashion. Faith you are too nice, yowl see me kindly forth: Lady, what so vniouially departed? Captain, how haps it she removed so strangely? Well observed of a Captain. I think no less. A pleasant voyage Captain. And here are the Crowns Captain, go? attend, Let our bay Courser wait. Captain, whats he? Yet he should be a Jew too, for he is new come from giving over swine. Go to, tell your money Captain. What again? the Scrivener reads in passion. Yet the writing must run so Captain. I said how you should find it Captain, and with this competent sum you rest amply conten ted. Hark in thine ear, The Baser slave art thou: and so isle tell her, I love the Pearl, thou soldst, hate thee the Seller— Go, to Sea, the end of thee—is Lousy. There thou comest to me, why he should be so, and men of your quill are not unacquainted. Why now we meet. A goodly Time. That Last fits me. Thou hast the measure right, look I hear from thee. Expect a large reward: I will find time of her to find regard. Come hither Phoenix. A toy, I have a toy. Nay, give my words honour, hear me, I'll strive to bring this Act into such form, And credit amongst men, they shall suppose. Nay verily believe the Prince his son, To be the plotter of his Father's murder. Wertenberg not, it pleases me beyond my bliss: Then if his son meet death as he returns, Or by my hired Instruments turn up, The general voice will cry—Oh happy vengeance! Necessary mischief. Next to a woman, but more close in secrets Thou'rt all the kindred that my breast vouch safes, Look into me anon,—I must frame, and muse, and fashion— Now Phoenix. Let princely blood Nourish our Hope's, we being confusion now. I:what day is this hangs over us? As I could wish my purpose will thrive best. Twa's first my birthday, now my Fortune's day, I see whom fate will raise needs never pray. How is the air? Ah, Stuck not a Comet Like a Carbuckle Upon the dreadful brow of Twelve last night? About one most proper, for thats the Duke. I could have wished it between one and two His son and him. A Raven! that was I, what did the Raven? So 'tis still, For all is doubt, till the deed crown the will, Now bless thy loins with Freedom, wealth and honour, Think all thy seed young Lords, and by this Act. Make a foote-cloathd posterity: now imagine Thou seest thy Daughters with their trains born up, Whom else despised want, may curse to whoredom, And public shames, which our state never threat, She's never lewd, that is accounted great. Stand close, the presence fills, here, here the place And at his rising, let his fallen be base, Beneath thy foot. My gold and fear keeps with the chief of them Bold heedless slave, that dares attempt a deed which shall in pieces rend him my Lords both. The Duke! All. Long live your Grace. Spoke truer then you think for. Him as the wealthy Treasure of our Hope's, You as possession of our present Comfort, Both in one heart, we reverence in one. Soul qucking news—pale vengeance to my blood. He Reads, i'm glad her reads. Now take thyopportunitie, leave that place. That must be altered now. My Lord? And so he has no doubt my Lord. Oh slave! I'm gone, i'm gone. This is slave, 'Tis forged against mine honour and my life, For in what partly of reason can't appear, The Prince being Travailed should know Treasons here Plain counterfeit— I know the prince will not affirm it. Your grace may now in milder sense perceive The wrong done to us by this impudent wretch, Who ha his hand fixed at the throat of law, And therefore durst be desperate of his life, O! Slave! O, where? And infernal to my spirit. Tread me to dust, thou in who ̄ wonder keeps, Behold the Serpent on his belly creeps. Torment again? O Fiend! May thy Rule, life, and all that's in thee glad, Have as short time—as thy begetting had. I'll come to you in order Captain. I have employment for a trusty fellow, bold, sure— Before thou layest thy wrath upon the duke,— be advised. Do's not the sky look piteously black Prithee. Fidelio! Well thought upon, this Scrivener may furnish me I, isle turn my brain Into a thousand uses, Tire my inventions, Make my blood sick with study, and mine eye More hollow then my heart, but I will fashion, Nay I will fashion it,—Canst counterfeit? Why should I buy her else Captain? Art thou dull now? Thou hearest the Prince is come.