LORRIQUE

Yet this is somewhat Like, but brambles, you are to but sie, were I at Luningberge, and you catched me thus, I should go near to ask you at whose suit, but now I am out of sent, And fear no eriants, for I think these woods and waters are common wealths that needs no such subjects nay they keep not a Constable at sea, but a men overwhelmed without order.—Well, dry land I love thee, though thou swarm with millions of devourers, yet hast thou no such swallow as the sea. I am of your mind; but the Whale has a wide mouth To swallow fleeting waters, and poor fish, But we have Epicures and Cormorants, Whom neither sea, nor land can hardly serve They feed them fat, while arms and honour starve, Desert looks pale as death, Like those bore bones. Would—amazed. So do I sir serve the dukes son of the state, His son Otho sir, 'me a poor follower of his And my master is airing of himself at your Cell, I sir, the same sir, you are in the right sir. My Lord I have as you enjoined, enticed Saxons elder son to talk with you: and here he comes with his most excellent, amorous, and admirable Lady. I herd her say, she could not travel far, He told her, they would rest the dead of night Near to a chapel, by a hermitage. Yes on the murderer, O sir when was I otherwise, from my creation nothing else, I was made of no other stuff, villainy is my only patri money: though I be and irreligious slave, yet I bear a religious name, though I want courage, yet in talk, I'll put them all down, though I have nothing in me that is good: Yet i'll— Well sir never fear me this is and excellent fellow A true vil aine fitter for me then better company, This is Hannce Hoffmans son. that stole down his father's Anatomy from the gallows at Leningberge, I'tis the same upon the dead scull ther's the iron Crown that burned his brains out, what will come of this, I neither know nor care: but here comes my lord. Enter Otho. How chers my most noble, my most honourable, my most gracious; yea my most grieved prince. And full of horror. My lord let your heart have no commerce with that Mars of idle imaginations, rouse up your nobleness To apprehend comfort, kindness ease and what otherwise Entertained so solitary a place as this, can the Ancient subject of the state of Leningberg collect 'Tis I take it the son to that Viz-admirall that Turned a terrible pirate. I'll turn any thing sir rather then nothing, I was taken life promised to betray you, and I love life so well, that I would not lose it for a Kingdom, for a Kings Crown, and Empire. He's gone. Health to the right gracious, generous, virtuous, and valorous Ferdinand Duke of Prussia. I am no l sse. Be it known right gracious: Lorrique had never so little grace, as to leave his loved lord for weather or water, for torture or fire, for death or for life, since I first came to move in a Pilgrim's proportion; much disguised, being so proper a man: but only for those six words; that I was sent wholly to give notice of his coming. I left the ship sunk, and his highness saved , for when all hope had left Master and pilot, sailer and swabber, I caused my Lord to leap into the cock, and for fear she should be sunk with too much company; I capered out and cut the cable: rouse, quoth the ship against the rocks, roomer cry I in the cock, my Lord wept for the compa nigh: I laughed to comfort him; last by the power of heaven, goodness of stars, kindness of winds, mercy of the waves, our cock and we were cast a shore under Reeshopscurre, we clamberd up, but having scaped drowning, were in dan her of killing. Clois Hoffman. No my Lord, the prince so hought and hoft him, that he had no other help but to his heals, and then I, my good Lord, being ro footed, utstript him in running, trip him by strength, and in fine, finely cut's throat. Marry even heaved over the scarr, and sent a swim ming towards Burtholme, his old habitation; if it be not intercepted by some Scale, Shark, Sturgeon, or such Like. He intends to stay at the same hermitage, where I saluted your excellence, with news of my lords excellent cies intent, to visit you for that his apparel is some what seasick, and he wants shift. All ready, fit, fit' in the next chamber, your beard is point-vice, not a hair amiss. Good: I am half a Monarch: half a fiend Blood I begun in and in blood must end yet this Clois is and honest villain, ha conscience in his kill ling of men: he kills none but his father's enemies, and there issue, it's admirable, it's excellent, it's well it's meritorious, where? in heaven? no, hell. Sad, sir, and grieved. Alas I know not why. The hermet Rodorigo talked with him Somewhat of you, and somewhat of the Duke, About surprising you and murdering Lodowick: Or such a thing, nay sure 'twas such a thing. Sure by the Duke, the Duke's and odd old lad: I know, this nigh ther's set a double guard, And ther's some trick in that: but patience: Here comes the Hermet: holy reverent man! Somewhat important, wings his aged feet With speedy nimbleness: heaven grant that all be well I thank your Grace, but pray resolve me, what you now intend, To these three Princes Lodowick, and Mathias, And the thrice beauteous Princess Lucibell. I am nimble as your thought, devise, i'll execute what you command. He's talking with the lady Lucibell, And when I said your Highness sent for him, He begin with courtly salutations, To take his leave and to attend your grace. To hell I fear: tush let all fear go by, Whoo'l shun a bade way with good company. Look, are these they? Why my good Lord? what accidents Have chanced, that tickle so your spleen? Now I have kissed the earth, let me partake In your great joy, that seems to exceed. Are Lodowick, and the Princess murdered? Is Austria then slain by Saxony? Dieu vou guard Mounsieur. Away Mounsieur, if you be the grand Princ Legitimate of Prussia, I have for tender To your Excellence de service of one poor Gentle home of Champagne. Let me alone for plots, and villainy, Only commend me to this fool the Prince. A vostree service Mounsieur most Genereux. I be, gar, he be chosen again you, he give you good word so be that, but he will have one fisgig or Diamond by gar for company on in principality be no possible. By gar my Lord, I will tell you fine knacks, for make him kick up his heals, and cry we, or be gar I be hang, and so shall I be to, and for de grand love I bear you, for de Lady Issabella's sake your most tres-excellent Lady mother, By gar you lie, Like Iacknape, I love de Lady. With a boon coeur, and for her sake here take dissame, and dis same, put dis in de cup, where de competitor Prince otho shall drink; by gar it will poison him bravely. I so let be, let de Duke drink a de same. You shall drink too, and I too and when we be sick, as we shall have as shall have a petit rumble in de belly; dan take a dis same, and give your sadra dis: but your cozin none of it, and bygar no body shall be dead, and kicka, and cry o, but Otho. I that be true. Go speed to spoil your selves. Doctor lie there, Lorrique, Like thy self appear So now isle post vuto the Hermitage, and smile While silly fools act treason act through my guile. This found Prince. I that worst of hell. No torment shall content us in his death. All this excellent, but worthy Lord, There is and accident this instant chancest Able to overthrow in one poor hour Aswell your Hope's as these assurances. You know all Prussia take you for the son Of beauteous Marthan, His star is sunk already, death and he Have vowed and endless league of amity. Your mother Like affection, and high care, His H igh es does return with dut ous thanks Desiring pardon of your excellence, In that he did not first salute your grace: But dis all accidents and bloody deeds, Poisoning streasons, so disturb this state Chiefly this gentle mind since the late death Of your right princely brother Ferdinand That Like the careful Captain of a band He is compelled to be the last in field; Yet he protests by me, and I for him: That no soft rest shall enter his grecu'd eyes Till he behold your presence, more desired Then the large Empire of the wide earth; Only he prays that you would take your rest For in your soft content his heart is blessed. Your Highness will take harm Madam he will. Then strangle her, here is a towel fit. Nay, good my Lord dispatch. Then place beneath her nostrils this small box Containing such a powder that hath power, Being set on fire to suffocated each sense Without the sighed of wound, or show of wrong. Will you confound your self by dotage speak, S'wounds isle confound her, and she linger thus. I have done, isle honour her if you command. What shall I answer her? In heaven I hope. Well he held me, and sunk me too. I gods my witness, these were my laments, Till Hoffman being as willing, as my self; Did for his love to you, that pitied him. Take on him to be called by your sons name, Which now he must refuse except your Grace Attept his service in Prince Otho's place, It is indeed and undelight full walk; But if I do not err in my belief, I think the ground, the trees, the rocks, the springs, Have since my Princely Master Charles his wrack Appeared more dismal, then they did before, I memory of his untimeless fallen. For hereabout, hereabout the place, Where his air body lay deformed by death Here Hoffmans son, and I embalmed him After we had concluded to de cave Your sacred person, and Duke Ferdinand By causing Hoffman to assume his name. I'ts and old Chapel, near the Hermitage: No, Hoffman and I only dug the graven Played Priest and Clarke, to keep his burial close? We buried it with him it was his shroud, The desert woods no fitter means allowed. By heaven it seems he did, but all was vain The flinty rocks had cut his tender scull, And the rough water washed away his brain. Ay me, accursed and damned; I know them both; The bringer is the Austrian Lucibell The apparel was my Lords, your Princely son's. I was ordained unto perdition, stay me not; For when ye know the mischiefs I have done, (at least, consented to, through coward fear) You would not stop me, if I skipped in quick To that black, bottomless and ruthless, gulf, Where everlasting sorrows Like linked chains Fetter the wretched in eternal night. Princess hear me, and I will briefly tell How you came childless, you brotherless, You husbandless, and fatherless, all, all, I'll tell you, having ended, act my fallen. Be it so, I have deserved a greater cruelty, To be kept living when I long to die. Then thus, Prince Charles and I escaped the wrack, Came safe a shore to this accursed plot, Where we met Hoffman, who upon yond tree Preserved his father's bore anatomy, The biggest of them two were those strong bones That acted mighty deeds. Hoffman the son full of revenge and hate, against every hand that wrought his father's hurt, Yet guilded over his envy with fair shows, And entertained us with as friendly terms As falsehood could invent; and it's well known Bitter deceit uses the sweetest speech. At length he took advantage, bound my Lord, And in a chain tied him to yonder rock, While with a burning Crown he feared in twain The purple Veins, strong sinews, arteries, verves, And every cartilage about the head, In which sad torment the mild Prince fell dead. Pardon my fear, Dread Madam. Be patient; you will find associates: For there are many murderers more behind. Buried the slesh, the bones are they that hang Close by his father's. This acted, Hoffman forced me to conceal The murder of my Lord, and threatened more Then death by many torments, till I swore To call him Otho, and say he was your son I swore and kept my oath. Thensent he me for you, and you he sent, Or as I best remember, led you on Unto the Chapel porch, where he himself Appointed them to stay, and there you know What happened in your wrath. After all those hated murders He taught the foolish prince in the disguise Of a French Doctor to prepare a poison, Which was the death of Princely Ferdinand: Next plot he purposed your graces death, And had opposed my strength of my tears, You had been murdered as you lay a sleep. Let me be Prologue to your scene of wrath, And as the Roman Catiline resolved His doubtful followers by exhausting blood From the live body, so draw mine, cast mine Upon the troubled and offended earth; Offer blood fit for and infernal sacrifice, Wine is not poured but on celestial offerings: Therefore I advise you As you hope to thrive in your revenge, smite me. That have been pander to this injury. Your mercy does all bounds of hope exceed, And if you will repose that trust in me, By all the protestations truth can make, Before the Sun have run his mid-days course, I will to morrow! yield him to your hands. The means is in the Duchess policy. If she can smooth the murder but a while. Then with fair words his flatteries e tertayne, And when he does importune you for love, Desire him first to show you the first place, Where he beheld Prince Charles after the wrack Say you have earnestly entreated me, But I have led you in a labyrinth Of no effect; he full of heat and ust, Glad of occasion will no doubt alone Conduct you to this fatal horrid cave, Thy king by force, or fair means, to attain His false hearts longing, and your honours stain; But being in the height of his base pride, The Duke, the Hermet, Lodowick and my self, Will change his pleasures into wretched And redeemelesle misery. I know not what to swear by; but no soul Longs for the sighed of endless happiness, With more desire, then mine thirsts for his death: By all the gods that shall give ill men li e, I am resolved chief agent in his end. We hold him so, sith you command us so. Fox you'll be taken, hunter you are fallen Into the pit you dug; I laughed to see How I outstrip the Prince of villainy. Hoffman for me told such a smoothing tale, That had not this strange accident befallen In finding of the cave; I had been held More worser ere then ever, in the Duchess eyes: But now shee'l hold me hard, what ere she say, Yet is her word passed that shee'l pardon me, And I have wealth hoor'd up which isle bear To some strange place: rich men live any where. And my desert, my Lord. As I live, my Lord, I have no such intent But with your leave, I was debating things, As if it should chance thus, and thus, why then 'Twere better be far of, but otherwise My love and life, low at your service lie. Alas my Lord for bear, let me be herd. By heaven— Stay, and believe me, think you I am mad, So great a foe to my own happy chance, When things are sorted to so good and end, That all is hid, and we held in regard: After such horrid, and perfidious acts, Now to betray my self; be reasonable, And think how shallow such and act would seem In me, chief agent in so many ills. By virtues glorious soul. Why then by vil any, by blood, by sleights, By all the horrors tortures can present, By Hell, and by revenges purple hand The Duchess had no conference with me, But only a desire to see the place That first received her son, whom she believes The unrelenting waves and flinty rocks, Had severed from sweet life after the wrack. Have I failed you yet? Measure my former acts, and you shall find My foul allied to yours, wholly estranged From all I ver loved. Come, come, I know the cause, you are in love, And to be so, is to be any thing. Do you not love the Duchess? Why there's the matter, then, be ruled by me, To morrow morning she desires to see The shore, that first received her sea-wrackt son, And to be unaccompanied she loves; Except some one or two, you and I: Now when you have her near your dismal I cave, Force her, I dot man, make no scruple do't, Else you shall never win her to your bed: Do a men partly, please her before she go, Or if you see, that she turns violent, Shut her perpetual prisoner in that den; Make her a Philomel, prove Tereus: Do't, never fear it. By whom? by fools gross, dull, thick sighted fools, whom every missed can blind, I'll sway them all, With exclamation that the grieved Duchess when she beheld the sea that drowned her son, S ood for a while Like weeping Niobe, As if she had been stone: and when we strived With mi de persuasions to make less her woe She mad r then the wife of Athamas Leapt suddenly into the troubled sea, Whose surges greedy of so rich a prey, Swallowed her up, while we in vain exclaimed against Heaven and hell, against fortune and her fate, Why so, now your fear will Q ickly end, Will I be hanged? Nee're take me for a blab, you'll find me none. Come what is't? come, this breast is yours, My heart's your treasury. Were it as near as life, come, pray speak. What? to be secret? if the least jot I tell Let all my Hope's sink suddenly to hell. I am, and it's in vain to strive for longer hope. I cannot, only be provident; I greatly fear The murderous traitor out of mere suspect Will plot some stram agem against the life Of the chased Duchess, help her what you can, Against the violence of that wicked man. No, as heaven help me in my wretched end, Be confident of that, now I must fallen Never again to rise, you know his wrongs: Be careful Princes to revenge them all. I swear. Courage brave Otho, he'll use thee kindly. Here he comes, sweet host here is the dukes heir of Leningberge do homage and after entertain him and me his Follower with the most conspictious pleasures That lies in thy poor hability. Marry Lord a young villain, son of a damned pirate, a maid ravisher. I cannot tell, be not too hasty. Oh me accursed, oh miserable me? Fallen heaven, and hide my shame, gape earth, rise sea, Swallow, orewhelme me, wherefore should I live, The most perfidious wretch that ever breathed, And base consenter to my deer Lords death. Unthankful murderer, is this my meed? O slave, tha'st killed thy heart in wounding mine, This is my day, to morrow shall be thine. Treason you Princes, treason to the lives Of Ferdinand the Worser ke of Prussia My Princely master! Otho of Luningberg He did.