D'AMVILLE

I Saw my Nephew Charlemont, but now Partly from his Father. Tell him I desire To speak with him. Borachio, thou art read In Nature and her large Philosophy. Observest thou not the very self same course Of revolution both in Man and Beast? But where that favour of his Nature, is Not full and free; you fee a man becomes A fool, as little-knowing as a beast. Then if Death casts up Our total sum of joy and happiness; Let me have all my senses feasted in Th'abundant fullness of delight at once, And with a sweet insensible increase Of pleasing surfeit melt into my dust. So thou concludest that pleasure only flows Upon the stream of riches. T'is Oracle. For what's a man that's honest without wealth? He's worse Borachio. For if Charity Be and essential partly of Honesty, And should be practised first upon our selves; Which must be granted; then your honest man That's poor, is most dishonest, for he is Uncharitable to the Man, whom he Should most respect. But what does this touch me, That seem to have enough? Thanks industry. T'is true. Had not my Body spread it self Into posterity; perhaps I should Desire no more increase of substance, then Would hold proportion with mine own dimensions. Yet even in that sufficiency of state, A man has reason to provide and add. For what is he hath such a present eye, And so prepared a strength; that can foresee, And fortify his substance and himself, Against those accidents, the least whereof May rob him of and ages husbandry? And for my children; they are as near to me, As branches to the tree whereon they grow; And may as numerously be multiplied. As they increase, so should my providence; For from my substance they receive the sap, Whereby they live and flourish. Silence. Beware interrupted. Charlemont! Noble Charlemont; Good morrow. Is not this the honoured day You purposed to set forward to the war? And not your resolution? Oh noble war! Thou first original Of all man's honour. How deiectedly, The baser Spirit of our present time Hath cast it self below the ancient worth Of our forefathers! From whose noble deeds Ignobly we derive our pedigrees. Nephew, you are the honour of our blood. The troop of Gentry, whose inferior worth Should second your example, are become Your Leaders: and the scorn of their discourse, Turns smiling back upon your backwardness. For want of means? Borachio! Where's the gold? I'de disinherit my posterity To purchase honour. T'is and interest I prize above the principal of wealth. I'm glad I had occasion to make known How readily my substance shall unlock It self to serve you. Here's a thousand Crowns. Sir; t'is a witness (only) of my love; And love does always satisfy it self. Now to your Father; labour his consent. My importunity shall second yours. We will obtain it. Go call my Sons, that they may take their leaves Of noble Charlemont. Now my Borachio! The question how to compass it. Th'ast apprehended; both My meaning and my love. Now let thy trust, For undertaking and for secrecy, Hold measure with thy amplitude of wit; And thy reward shall parallel thy worth. And my heart to thee. Here are my Sons.— There's my eternity. My life in them; And their succession shall for ever live. And in my reason dwells the providence, To add to life as much of happiness. Let all men loose, so I increase my gain, I have no feeling of another's pain. Good morrow my Lord. Morrow knide Nephew. What? ha'you washed your eyes wi'teares this morning? Come: by my soul his purpose does deserve Your free consent. Your tenderness dissuades him. What to the Father of a Gentleman, Should be more tender then the maintenance And the increase of honour to his house? My Lord; here are my Boys. I should be proud That either this were able, or that inclined To be my Nephews brave competitor. We have obtained it.—Ominous? in what? It cannot be in anything but death. And I am of a confident belief, That even the time, place, manner of our death's, Do follow Fate with that necessity; That makes us sure to die. And in a thing Ordained so certainly unalterable, What can the use of providence prevail? He was o'comming to present his service. But now no more. The Cook invites to breakfast. Wilt please your Lordship enter.—Noble Lady. Mounsieur Languebeau! Happily encountered. The honesty of your conversation, makes me request more interest in your familiarity. I embrace your disposition; and desire to give you as liberal assurance of my love, as my Lord Belforest your de served favourer. It cannot displease him. In the behaviour of his no ble daughter Castabella; a man may read her worth and your instruction. You have given me her picture in small. The praise is hers; but the comparison your own. I will not doeso much at your request as forgive you it. I will only give you it Sir. By—You will make me swear. Yet unprofitably kept without use. She deserves a worthy Husband, Sir. I have often wished a match between my elder Son and her. The marriage would join the houses of Belforest and Damville into a noble alliance. And that work and employment well becoming the goodness of your disposition. Most joyfully accepted.— Rousard! Here are Letters to my Lord Belforest touching my desire to that pur pose. Borachio! didst precisely note this man? And seems to know if any benefit, Arises of religion after death; Yet but compare's profession with his life; They so directly contradict themselves, As if the end of his instructions were But to divert the world from sin, that he More easily might engross it to himself. By that I am confirmed and Atheist. Well! Charlemont is gone. And here thou seest, His absence the foundation of my plot. That was the reason I propounded him Employment fixed upon a foreign place, To draw his inclination out o'th'way. Thou shalt. No man shall rob thee of the honour. Go presently and buy a crimson Scarf, Like Charlemonts. Prepare thee a disguise, I'th'habite of a Soldier, hurt and lame; And then be ready at the wedding feast, Where thou shalt have employment in a work Will please thy disposition. This marriage will bring wealth. If that succeed, I will increase it though my Brother bleed. My Lord Belforest! I would not have her forced against her choice. What's that? Thou disobedient villain; get thee out of my sighed. Now by my Soul I'll plague thee for this rudeness. Gentlewomen, you're welcome, pray fit down. That fellows disposition to mirth should be our pre sent example. Let's be graven and meditate, when our affairs re choir our seriousness. T'is out of season to be heavily disposed. The Music there. My Lord Belforest! Castabella's health. D'amville drinks. Set open the Seller doors, and let this health go freely round the house.—Another to your Son, my Lord; To noble Charl. mont. He is a Soldier. Let the Instruments of wary congratulate his memory.— Ostend! let him come in. My soul foretells he brings the news will make our Music full. My brother's joy would doe't: and here comes he will raise it. Soldier! what news? we herd a rumour of a blow you gave the enemy. I Prithee do. Now by my soul (Soldier) a brave service. And Soldier; who was this? Charlemont drowned? Why how could that be? since it was the adverse party that received the overthrow. Thou art a Scrichowl; and dost come i'night To be the cursed messenger of death. Away. Depart my house; or (by my soul) You'll find me a more fatal enemy, Then ever was Ostend. Be gone. Dispatch. Your love to vex my heart with that I hate? Hark, do you hear? you, knave?— Oh th'art a most delicate sweet eloquent villain Rarely.—Be gone. I will not here reply. So. The foundation's laid. Now by degrees, The work will rise and soon be perfected. Oh this uncertain state of mortal man! T'is true. Brother for healths sake overcome your grief. You yield too much to grief. I have my wish.—Lights for my Borther. Where you will. Borachio! seest those fellows? Their drunkenness that seems ridiculous, Shall be a serious instrument, to bring Our sober purposes to their success. Cast off this habit, and about it straight. Fortune I honour thee. My plot still rises, According to the model of mine own desires.— Lights for my Brother.—What ha'you drunk your selves mad you knaves. I think they are the Jacks indeed that have abused thee, Dost hear? that fellow is a proud knave. He has abused thee. As thou goest over the fields by and by, in lighting my brother home, I'll tell thee what'sha't do. Knock him over the pate with thy torch, I'll bear the out in't. Dost hear; fellow. Seest thou that proud knave, I have given him a lesson for his sauciness. Has wronged thee. I'll tell thee what'sha't do: As we go over the fields by and by, clap him suddenly over the coxcomb with thy torch, I'll bear thee out in't. Now Mounsieur Snuff! What has my brother done? Yes. Let him if he can.—I'll make it sure from his revoking. The sky is dark, we'll bring you over the fields. Who can but strike, wants wisdom to maintain: He that strikes safe and sure, has heart and brain. No my Lord; th'are but in jest. Then light it at his head, that's light enough.— Foregod, th'are out. You drunken Rascals back and light'em. No matter. I am acquainted with the way. Your hand. Let's easily walk. I'll led you till they come. Marry God forbid. Now all the host of heaven forbid. Knaves, Rogues. Brother! deer Brother! Rascals, villains, knaves. Enter the Servants with lights. Eternal darkness damn you; come away. Go round about into the gravel pit, and help my Brother up. Why what a strange unlucky night this? Is't not my Lord? I think that Dog that ho led the news of grief, that fatal Scrichowl vsherd on this mischiefs. Dead be your tongues. Drop out mine eye-bals, and let envious Fortune play at tennis with'em. Have I lived to this? Malicious Nature! hadst thou born me blind; th'adst yet been something favourable to me. No breath? No motion? prithee tell me heaven! hast shut thine eye to wink at murder; or hast put this sable garment on, to mourn at's death? Not one poor spark in the whole spacious sky, of all that endless number would vouchsafe to shine? You vize-royes to the King of nam ture! whose constellations govern mortal births; where is that fatal Planet ruled at his Natiu tie? That might ha'pleas'd to light him out, as well into World; unless it be ashamed TO have been the instrument of such a good men cursed de st nigh.— I. 'Tis and easy thing for him that has no pain to talk of patience. Do you think that Nature has no feeling? Indeed had he been taken from me Like a piece o'dead flesh, I should neither have felt it, nor grieved for't. But come hither, pray look here. Behold the lively tincture of his blood! Neither the Dropsy nor the Jaundice in't. But the true freshness of a sanguine read; for all the fog of this black murderous night has mixed with it. For any thing I know, he might have lived till doomsday, and have done more good then ei there you or I. Oh Brother He was a man of such a native good ness; as if Regeneration had been given him in his mother's womb. So harmless, that rather then have trod upon a worm, he would have shunned the way. So dearly pitiful, that ever the poor could ask his charity with dry eyes, he gaue' em relief wi'teares—with tears—yes faith with tears. Why what would you have me do? Foolish Nature will have her course in spite o'wisedome. But I have even done. All these words were but a great wind, and now this shower of tears has laid it, I am calm again. You may set for ward when you will. I'll follow you, Like one that must and would not. Here's a sweet Comedy. Begins with Oh dolentis, and concludes with would, would, he. Oh my echo! I could stand reverberating this sweet musical air of joy, till I had perished my found lungs with violent laughter. Lovely Night-raven! th'ast seized a carcase. Upon this ground I'll built my Manor-house; And this shall be the chiefest corner stone. I. Mark the plot. Not any circumstance That stood within the reach of the design, Of persons, dispositions, matter, time or place, But by this brain of mine, was made And Instrumental help; yet nothing from Induction to accomplishment seemed forced, Or done o'purpose, but by accident. I, and delivered in as fit a time. When all our minds so wholly were possessed With one affair, that no man would suspect A thought employed for any second end. His business called him thither; and it fell Within his office; unrequested to't. From him it came religiously; and saved Our project from suspicion: which if I Had moved had been endangered. Yet used by me to make the servants drunk. And instrument the plot could not have missed. Was easy to set drunkards by the ears: Th'ad nothing but their torches to fight with; And when those lights were out; Here was a murder bravely carried, through The eye of observation, unobserved. That power of rule Philosophers ascribe To him they call the supreme of the Stars; Making their influences governors Of Sublunary Creatures; when their selves Are senseless of their operations. What! Dost start at thunder? Credit my belief, t'is a mere effect of nature. And exhalation hight and dry, involved within a watery vapour i'the middle religion of the air. Whose cold ness congealing that thick moisture to a cloud: the angry exhalation shut within a prison of contrary quality, strives to be free; and with the violent eruption through the grossness of that cloud; makes this noise we hear. T'is a brave noise. And me thinks graces our ac complishid project, as a peal of Ordnance does a triumph. It speaks encouragement. Now Nature shows thee how it sa uour'd our performance; to forbear this noise when we set forth, because it should not terrify my brother's going home; which would have dashed our purpose: To forbear this light ning in our passage, least it should ha'warn'd him o'the pitfall. Then propitious Nature winked at our proceedings; now it does express, how that forbearance favoured our suc cease. Our next endeavour is; since on the false report that Charlemont is dead, depends the fabric of the work; to credit dit that with all the countenance we can. I'll take thy counsel. Now farewell black night; Thou beauteous Mistress of a murderer: To honour thee, that hast accomplished all; I'll wear thy colours at his funeral. And with his Body, place that memory Of noble Charlemont his worthy Son. And give their Graves the rites that do belong To Soldiers. They were Soldiers both. The Father Held open war with Sin; the Son with blood: This in a war more gallant that more good. There place their Arms; and here their Epitaph . And may these Lines survive the last of graves. Here lie the Ashes of that earth and fire; whose heat and fruit, dead feed and warm the poor And they (as if they would in sighs expire, and into tears dissolve) his death deplore. He did that good freel for goodness sake, fnforc'd: for gen'rousnesse he held so deer, That he feared none but him that did him make, and yet he served him more for love then fear. So's life provided, that though he did die Asod d'un death; yet died not suddenly. HIs Body lies interred within this would; Who died a young man, yet departed old. And in all strength of youth that Man can have, Was ready still to drop into his graven. For aged in virtue with a youthful eye, He welcomed it being still prepared to die; And living so, though young deprived of breath, He did not suffer and untimely death. But we may say of his brave blessed decease He died in war; and yet he died in peace. Oh might that fire revive the ashes of This Phoenix! yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good; and wondered at For that. His lives example was so true A practic of Religion's Theory; That her Divinity seemed rather the Description then th'instruction of his life. And of his goodness, was his virtuous Son A worthy imitator. So that on These two Herculean pillars, where their arms Are placed; there may be writ, Non ultra. For Beyond their lives as well for youth as age; Nor young nor old, in merit or in name; Shall ever exceed their virtues or their fame. Now Sir! your business? Not a denier. Why turn Crier. Cannot you turn Crier? Then do so, y'haue a good voice for't. You're excellent at crying of a Rape. Go, th'art the base corruption of my blood; And Like a Tetter growes't unto my flesh. Not a farthing. What art thou? Stay. Assist my troubled sense. My apprehension will distract me. Stay. Oh stay! compose me. I dissolve. Go call the Officers. What? wounded? apprehend him. Sir; is this your salutation for the courtesy I did you when we parted last? You ha'forgot I lent you a thousand Crowns. First, let him answer for this riot. When the Law is satisfied for that; and and Actium for his debt shall clap him up again. I took you for a Spirit; and I'll conjure you before I ha'done. Away with him. Borachio! fetch me a thousand Crowns. I am con tent to countenance the freedom of your spirit when t'is wor thily employed. A Gods name give behaviour the full scope of generous liberty; but let it not disperse and spend it self in courses of unbounded licence. Here, pay for your hurts. Forbear. You will displease me. He shall rot. You expose your honesty To strange construction: Why should you so urge Release for Charlemont? Come you profess More nearness to him then your modesty Can answer. You have tempted my suspicion. I tell thee he shall starve, and die, and rot. Much good do it you.—Who did release him? You are a villain. I must temporize.— Nephew had not his open freedom made My disposition known; I would ha'borne The course and inclination of my love According to the otion of the Sun, Invisibly enjoyed and understood. I will excuse you. To loose a Father, and (as you may think) Be disinherited (it must be granted) Are motives to impatience. But for death, Who can avoid it? And for his estate, In the uncertainty of both your lives, Was done discreetly to conferre't upon A known Successor; being the next in blood. And one (deer Nephew) whom in time to come, You shall have cause to thank. I will not be Your dispossessour, but your Guardian. I will supply your Father's vacant place, To guide your green improvidence of youth; And make you ripe for your inheritance. My elder Son! He meets you happily. For with the hand of our whole family We interchange indenture of our Loves. Sir; His affection's found, Though he be sick in body. Come, let's to supper. There we will confirm The eternal bound of our concluded love. Your sadness and the sickness of my Son, Have made our company and conference Less free and pleasing then I purposed it. Good night; deer Nephew.— Seest thou that same man? That fellows life Borachio. Like a superfluous Letter in the Law, Endangers our assurance. Wut doe't? Sad melancholy has drawn Charlemont, With meditation on his Father's death, Into the solitary walk behind the Church. No matter how thou takest him. First take this.— Thou knowest the place. Observe his passages; And with the most advantage make a stand; That favoured by the darkness of the night, His breast may fallen upon thee at so near A distance, that he sha'not shun the blow. The deed once done, thou mayest retire with safety. The place is unfrequented; and his death Will be imputed to th'attempt of thieves. But let me call my projects to account, For what effect and end I have engaged My self in all this blood? To leave a state To the succession of my proper blood. But how shall that succession be continued? Not in my elder Son I fear, Disease And weakness have disabled him for issue. For tother; his lose humour will endure No bound of marriage. And I doubt his life; His spirit is so boldly dangerous. Oh pity that the profitable end, Of such a prosperous murder should be lost! Nature forbid. I hope I have a body, That will not suffer me to lose my labour, For want of issue, yet. But then't must be A Bastard.—Tush; they only father bastards, That father other men's begettings. Daughter! Be it mine own; let it come whence it will. I am resolved. Daughter! I prithee call my Daughter. Is thy Husband i'bed? The evening's fair. I prithee walk a turn or two. No. This falls out happily. Yes. Now I'll speak it. Th'argument is love. The smallest ornament of thy sweet form (that abstract of all plea sure) can command the senses into passion; and thy entire per fection is my object; yet I love thee with the freedom of my reason. I can give thee reason for my love. T'is true. By my persuasion thou Wertenberg forced to marry one, unable to perform the office of a Husband. I was author of the wrong. My conscience suffers vnder't; and I would disburthen it by satisfaction. I will supply that pleasure to thee which he cannot. A man; and such a man, as can return thy enter tainment with as prodigal a body, as the covetous desire of woman ever was delighted with. So, that beside the full per formance of thy empty Husbands duty; thou shalt have the joy of children to continue the succession of thy blood. For the appetite that steals her pleasure; draws the forces of the body to and united strength; and puts they altogether into acti on; never fails of procreation. All the purposes of Man aim but at one of these two ends; pleasure or profit: And in this one sweet conjunction of our loves. they both will meet. Would it not grieve thee, that a Stranger to thy blood, should lay the first foundation of his house upon the ruins of thy family? Incest? Tush. These distances affinity observes; are articles of bondage cast upon our freedoms by our own sub iections. Nature allows a general liberty of generation to all creatures else. Shall Man to whose command and use all crea tures were made subject be less free then they? Kiss me, I warrant thee my breath is sweet. These dead men's bones lie here of purpose to invite us to supply the number of the living. Come; we'll get young bones and doe't. I will enjoy thee. No? Nay then invoke your great supposed protector; I will doe't. Conjure up the Devil and his Dam; Cry to the graves; the dead can hear thee; invocate their help. Tereas -Like, thus I will force my passage to— Why dost thou stare upon me? Thou art not the scull of him I murdered. What hast thou to do to vex my conscience? Sure thou Wertenberg the head of a most dogged V urer, th'art so uncharitable. And that Bawd the sky, there; she could shut the windows and the doors of this great chamber of the world; and draw the curtains of the clouds between those lights and me about this bed of earth, when that same Stumpet Murder & my self committed sin together. Then she could leave us the dark, till the close deed was done: But now, that I begin to feel the loathsome horror of my sin; and (Like a Leacher emptied of his lust) desire to bury my face un der my eyebrows, and would steal from my shame unseen; she meets me i'th face with all her light corrupted eyes, to challenge payment of me.—Oh behold. Yonder's the Gh ast of old Mon ferrers in a long white sheet, climbing the worser lofty mountain to complain to Heaven of me.— Montferrers! 'pox of fearfulness. to is nothing but a fa re white cloud. Why? was I born a coward? He lies that says so. Yet the countenance of a bloodless worm might have the courage now to turn my blood to water. The trembling more cion of and Aspen leaf, would make me Like the shadow of that leaf he shaking vnder't. I could now commit a murder', were it but to drink the fresh warm blood of him I murdered; to supply the want and weakness o'mine own; t'is grown so cold and f egmaticke. Mountains overwhelm me, the Ghost of old Montferrers haunts me. Oh were my body circumvolved within that cloud; that when the thunder tears his passage open, it might scatter me to nothing in the air! Black Beelzebub, and all his hellhounds come to apprehend me? Haah! Borachio slain? Thou lookest Like Snuff, dost not. Hark thee?—Sawest thou not a Ghost? Here in the Churchyard. Stay. A sleep? so soundly? and so sweetly upon Deaths Heads? and in a place so full of fear and horror? Sure there is some other happiness within the freedom of the conscience, then my knowledge ever attained too.—Ho, ho, ho! My Nephew! and my Daughter! Oh my deer Lamented blood! what Fate has cast you thus Unhappily upon this accident? As her own chastity. The time; the place; All circumstances argue that unclear. Unjustly she betrays her innocence. There's no remedy. Yet were it not my Sons bed she abused; My land should fly but both should be excused. Whence comes this gold? To bed. Leau me my gold. Cease that harsh music. W'are not pleased with it. Here sounds a music whose melodious touch, Like Angels voices ravishes the sense. Behold thou ignorant Astronomer, Whose wandering speculation seeks among The planets for men's Fortune's! with amazement, Behold thine error and be planet struck. These are the Stars whose operations make The Fortune's and the destinies of men. Yonder lesser eyes of Heaven, (Like Subjects ra s'd Into their lofty houses, when their Prince Rides underneath th'ambition of their loves) Are mounted only to behold the face, Of your more rich imperious eminence, With unprevented sighed. Unmask fair Queen; Vouchsafe their expectations may enjoy, The gracious favour they adamite to see, These are the Stars the Ministers of Fate; And Men high wisdom the superior power, To which their forces are subordinate. What foolish dream dares interrupt my rest? To my confusion? How can that be? Since My purposes have hitherto been born With prosperous Judgement to secure success. Which nothing to dispossess me off, But apprehended Charlem to. And him, This brain has made the happy instrument To free Suspicion, to annihilate All interest and title of his own; To seal up my assurance; and confirm My absolute possession by the law. Thus while the simple honest worshipper Of a fantastic providence; groans under The burden of neglected misery; My real wisdom has raised up a State, That shall eternise my posterity. What's that? Slain? you lie.— Sebastian. Speak, Seba stian! Has lost his hearing. A Phisi jan presently. Go call a Surgeon. What groan was that? How does my elder Son? the found came from his chamber. The cries of Mandrakes never touched the ear, with more sad horror then that voice does mine. Nature forbid I ever should see him dead. Withdraw the Curtains. Oh how does my Son? Destruction take thee and thy fatal tongue. Death, where's the Doctor?—A not thou the fact of that pro digious apparition S ar'd upon me in my dream? Doctor! Behold two Patients, in whose thy skill may purchase and eternal fame. If thou hast any reading in Hippocrates, Galen, or A ice ; if herbs, or drug, or mi neralles have any power to save; Now let thy practice and their sovereign use, raise thee to wealth and honour. His gasping sighs are Like the falling noise of some great building when the groundwork breaks. On these two pillars stood the stately frame, and architecture of my lo tie house. And Earthquake shakes'em. The foundation shrinks. Dear Nature! in whose honour I have raised a work of glory to posterity; Oh bury not the pride of that great Actium, under the fallen and ruin of it self. Take this gold; extract the Spirit of it, and inspire new life into their bodies. You ha'not yet examined the true state and consti tution of their bodies. Sure, you ha'not. I'll reserve their uva ters till the morning. Questionless, their vrines will inform you better. Dost laugh thou villain! must my wisdom that has been the object of men's admiration, now become the sub iect of thy laughter? Oh there expires the date of my posterity! Can Nam ture be so simple or malicious to destroy the reputation of her proper memory? She cannot. Sure there is some power a above her that con rolls her force. Now to my self I am ridiculous. Nature thou art a Traitor to my soul. Thou hast abused my trust. I will complain to a superior Court, toright my wrong I'll prove thee a forger of false assurances. In yonder Star chamber thou shalt answer it. Withdraw the bodies. Oh the sense of death begins to trouble my distractedsoule. Judgement; Judgement. Your Judgements must resolve me in a case. Bring in the bodies. Nay; I will have't tried. This is the case my Lord. My providence, even in a moment; by the only hurt of one, or two, or three, at most: and those put quickly out of pain too, mark me; I had wisely raised a competent estate to my posterity. And is there not more wisdom and more charity in that; then for your Lordship, or your Father, or your Grand sire, to prolong the torment, and the rack of rend from age to age, upon your poor penurious Tenants? yet (perhaps) with out a penny profit to your heir. Is't not more wise more cham ritable? Speak. How? distracted? Then you ha'no Judgement. I can give you sense and solid reason for the very least distinguish able syllable I speak. Since my thrist was more judicious then your Grandsires; why, I would feign know why your Lordship lives to make a second generation from your Father, and the your Father; and the whole fry of my posterity extinguished in a moment. Not a Brat left to succeed me.—I would feign know that. I am contented, so you will resolve me. Uncivil Boy! Thou wantest humanity to smile at grief. Why dost thou cast a cheerful eye upon the object of my sorrow? my dead Sons? You're all uncivil. Oh! is't not enough that he un justly hath conspired with Fate, to cut off my posterity for him to be the heir to my possessions; but he must pursue me with his presence; and in the ostentation of his joy, laugh in my face, and glory in my grief? A Boon, my Lords. I beg a Boon. His body when t'is dead for and Anatomy. Your understanding still come short o'mine. I would find out by his Anatomy; What thing there is in Nature more exact, Then in the constitution of my self. Me thinks, my parts, and my dimensions, are As many, as large, as well composed as his; And yet in me the resolution wants, To die with that assurance as he does. The cause of that, in his Anatomy I would find out.— I have bethought me of a better way.—Nephew; we must confer.—Sir; I am grown a wondrous Studi ent now o'late. My wit has reached beyond the scope of Nam ture; yet for all my learning I am still to seek, from whence the peace of conscience should proceed. Whither it be thy Art or Nature, I admire thee Charlemont. Why; thou hast taught a woman to be valiant. I will beg thy life.—My Lords! I beg my Nephews life.—I'll make thee my Physician. Thou shalt read Phi losophie to me. I will find out th'efficient cause of a conten ted mind. But if I cannot profit in't; then t'is no more being my Physician, but infuse a little poison in a potion when thou givest me Physic; unawares to me. So I shall steal into my graven without the understanding or the fear of death. And that's the end I aim at. For the thought of death is a most fearful torment; is't not? Freely. My Mediation for her life; and all my in rest in the world to boot, let her but in exchange possess me of the resolution that she die withal.—The price of things is best known in their want. Had I her courage; So I vam lue it, the Indies should not buy't out o'my hands. Me, of wine.— This argument of death congeals my blood. Cold fear with apprehension of thy end, Hath frozen up the rivers of my veins.— I must drink wine to warm me, and dissolve the ob struction, or and apoplexy will possess me.—Why thou uncharitable Knave; Dost bring me blood to drink? The very glass looks pale and trembles at it. Canst blame me to be fearful; bearing still the presence of a murderer about me? I will reform it. Down you shag-haired Cur. The instrument that strikes my Nephew's blood, shall be as no ble as his blood. I'll be thy executioner my self. I'll b cher out the passage of his soul, That dares attempt to inter the blow. I have the trick on't Nephew. You shall see how easily I can put you out of pain.—Ooh. What murderer was he that lifted up my hand a gainst my head? I thought he was a murderer that did it. Forbid? You lie Judge. He commanded it. To tell thee that men wisdom is a fool. I came to thee for Judge meant; and thou thinkest thy self a wise man. I outreach'd thy wit; and made thy Justice Murders instrument, in Castabella's death and Charlemonts. To crown my Murder of Mon fer rers with a safe possession of his wealthy state.— There was the strength of natural understanding. But Nature is a fool. There is a power above her that hath overthrown the pride of all my projects and posterity; (for whose surviving blood, I had erected a proud monument) and struck they dead before me. For whose death's, I called to thee for Judgement. Thou didst want discretion for the sen tense. But yonder power that struck me, knew the Judgement I deserved; and gave it.—Oh! the lust of Death commits a Rape upon me as I would ha'done on Castabella. — Oh, thou beginnest to take me. This Castabella is a wealthy heir, And by her marriage with my elder Son; My house is honoured, and my state increased. This work alone deserves my industry: But if it prosper, thou shalt see my brain Make this but and induction to a point So full of profitable policy; That it would make the soul of honesty Ambitious to turn villain. Brave Charlemont! at the reflection of thy courage my cold fearful blood takes fire, and I begin to emulate thy death.—Is that thy executioner? My Lords; you wrong the honour of so high a blood, to let him suffer by so base a hand. SEt down the Body. Pay earth what she lent. But she shall bear a living monument, To let succeeding ages truly know. That she is satisfied, what he did owe: Both principal and use; because his worth Was better at his death then at his birth. WHat sleepest thou? Daughter you do not well to urge me. I Ha'done no more then Justice. Charlemont Shall die and rot in prison; and t'is joust. My brains begin to put themselves in order. I ap prehend thee now.—T'is even so.— Borachio! I will search the Centre but I'll find the murderer.