SAXONY

Which is the way to Dantzike? look to our horses, by your leave master Hermet, We are soon bidden, and will prove bold guests: God save you sir. Indeed I am the Duke of Saxony. Oh subtle duke, thy craft appears in framing thy ex cuse, Thou dost accuse my young sons innocence: I sent them to get knowledge, learn the tongues, Nor to be metamorphis' with the view Of flattering beauty, peradventure painted. O would thou durst maintain thy words proud Duke. Thus do I plighted thee troth, and promise peace, First give me leave to view a while the person, Of this He mere, Austria note him well, Is he not Like your brother Rodorick? My brother I nay, then faith old John lay by Thy sorrowing thoughts, turn to thy wonted vein, And be mad John of Saxony again. Mad Rodorick, art alive? my mother's so nne Her joy and her last birth; o she coniur worser me To use thee thus, and yet I banished thee: Body of me; I was unkind I know, But thou deservest it then; but let it go: Say thou wilt leave this life thus truly idle, And live a Statesman, thou shalt share in reign, Commanding all but me thy sovereign. Tut, title, tatle, tell not me of sin. Now Austria once again thy Princely hand: I'll look thee in the face, and smile, and swear, If any of my sons have wronged thy child, I'll help thee in revenging it my self; But if as I believe they mean, but honour, As it appears by these jousts proclaimed. Then thou shalt be content to name him thine, And thy fair daughter isle account as mine. Ah Austria! was a world when you and I Ran these Careers; but now we are stiff and dry. Was my old mood, but I was soon turned sad With over grieving for this long lost lad; And now the Boy is grown, as old as I, His very face as full of gravity. Why then let's in: brother I trust, and brother Hold you this hand, Rodorick hold thou the other, By heaven my heart with happiness is crow'nd, In that my long lost brother now is found: Where was it that he spoke with you? tell us where? Who herd him beside you? O for my fonne, and Austria's worthy child. Not any Austria; neither touched I thee. May be the Moon deceives me, and my grief As well in the distinguishing of sounds, As sighed: I have herd of young Luningberg, And seen him to at Hoffmans overthrow, He looked not Like you, neither spoke Like you. Nay, boy, thou shall not leave old Saxony Childless for all this sorrow: Prince, and if Otho Help in my son with noble Austria, Lodowick shall be my burden: brother yours The lovely but the luckless Lucibell. So tread a heavy measure; now lets go To inter the dead, our hearts being dead with woe. Welcome Duke Ferdinand, come, come, keel, kneel Thus should each friend another's sorrow feel. I gentle Daughter be content, I pray Their fate is come, and ours is not, far off. Follow her brother, follow son Mathies, Be careful guardians of the troubled maid; While I con err with Princely Ferdinand About and embassy to Aüstria, With true reports of there disastrous haps. Oh worthy Ferdinand, fortune and I are parted, she has played the minion with me, turned all her favours in to frowns, and in scorn robbed me of all my Hope's, and in one hour over turned me from the top of her proud wheel. God for thy mercy! treason upon treason, How now young Otho what art thou poisoned too? Nay soft and fair, let him be taken first; How now sad brother, are you come to see This Tragic end of worthy Ferdinand? And we will follow them, Prince Otho adue Care goes with us, yet we leave grief with you, Inter your uncle, punish traitors crimes, Look to your person hese are dangerous times, Not I, What reason leads ye to believe it, son? What has she God apparel? I and rich, Poor soul, she in her idle lunacy Hath took it from some house where will be missed. What have you here? Nay, nay you must not go, we'll hold you now. No doubt, he does possess some cave hard by. I have seen that countenance. This is very strange. Nay, pray you peace. I take your Highness for that reverend Duchess Late wife unto the Duke of Prussia. Oh Devil. Proceed, what's next? killed he not Austria? Go forward. Let's hear no more, seek out the hated wretch, And with endue torture let his life be forced From his despised body. All the Land will help, And each man be a justice in this act. Show us the means. The plot is good, Madam, are you agreed? How little care had we to let her scape, Especially on this so needful time, When we are vowed to wait upon revenge. Son, daughter, brother, follow my advice, Let us no longer keep this hateful plot, Least we be circumvented. We thank her Highness, but we think in vain Both you and we attend; Lorrique lies slain By Hoffmans sly suspicion; best be joined To appr hend him publicly. But 'tell us where they are? Come set his body Like a scarecrow, This bush shro worser you, this you, Stand close true soldiers, for revenge. Yield thee, base son of shame. Cut out the murderers tongue. Talk no more to him, he seeks dignity, Reason he should receive his desperate hire, And wear his crown made flaming hight with fire: Bring forth the burning crown there. We pardon thee, and pray for thy souls health. Stay Mathias stay, is thy uncle Rodorigo, and beside, My hon or and Duke Austria's shall be gaged, He never parted from our company in his own hermitag Since day declinde, and glimmering twilight ushered in the night. Well brother leave the Duke, and wait on me Mathias, and the heartgreiu'd Lucibell Shall go with us to Wittenberg, and shun That fatal land filled with destruction. Come, partly, we to the cave, You to the Court: Justice dig murders graven. Sir what are you that take on you to part? It's by your weapon that the Duke is fallen. Are you Prince Otho of Luningberg? What should this mean? why in this wood So thick, so solitary, and remote From common road of men, should these hang thus Brother your Hermitage is not far hence, When knew you any execution here? Brother who is't you bring thus ash pale; I'st not Lorrique;