LAPYRUS

Villain ̄ and fugitive, where wilt thou hide the abhorred burden of thy wretched flesh? In what disguise canst thou be safe and free, Having betrayed thy Country? base Lapirus. Earth stretch thy throat, take down this bitter Pill, Loathing the hateful taste of his own ill. A Mother so enforced by pitiless slaves? Let me redeem my honour in her rescue, And in this deed my former baseness die. Who ere boar them monsters begotten ̄ them; merciless damned villains. You cannot give me that I have more need of Than prayers; for my soul hath a poor stock; There's a fair house within, but 'tis ill furnished There wants true tears for hanging penitent falls, For without prayers soldiers are but bore walls: Whence are you? that with such a careful charge, Dare pass this dangerous Forest? O sink into perdition, let me hear no forth ̄ r, aside. O in her words I endure a thousand death's. I'll put my death into her woeful hands. To add some small content to your distress, Know that Lapyrus, whom your Misery's May rightly curse, and be revenged justly Lurks in this Forest equally distressed. These eyes did see him; and faith Lady, say If you should meet that worst of villains here, That Treacher, Monster; what would you attempt? You would not, Queen. See yonder he comes. Here, take my sword, Are you yet constant? shame your Sex and be so; will you do't? Strike him through his gilded and treachery And let him see the horrors of his perjured soul, Are you ready? You see him now — now do't. Will misery yet a longer life afford; To see a Queen so poor, not worth her word? Man's never passed grief, till he be passed his breath. Do not do't. And if I fail may the earth swallow me. Foul ̄ monster monger, who must live by that Which is thy own destruction: Why should men Be nature's bondslaves? Every creature else Comes freely to the Table of the Earth; That which for man alone does all things bear ̄ Scarce gives him his true diet any where. What spiteful winds breath here? that not a Tree Spreads, forth a friendly arm? distressed Queen, And most accursed Babes; the earth that bears you Like a proud mother, scorns to give you food: would? Thanks fate, I now defy thee starveling hunger, Blessed tree, four lives grow in thy fruit, run taste it then, Wise men serve first themselves then other men. O me accursed and most miserable, Help, help, some Angel lay a listening ear To draw my cry up; none to lend help? o Then pine and die. Enter Clown. A miserable wretch. No, no. Mock not a man in woe, in a green wound, Pour Balsome and not Physic. I am no Surgeon friend, my names Lapirus. Lapirus is my name dost thou not know me? Torture me not, I prithee, I am that wretch; a villain I was once; but I am now — O me most miserable and wretched creature! I now do find there's a revenging fate That dooms bade men to be unfortunate. [in the pit.] If you have humane forms to fit those voy ces And hearts that may be pierced with Misery's groans Sent from a fainting Spirit; pity a wretch, A miserable man, Prisoner to darkness, Your charitable strengths this way repair, And lift my flesh to the reviving Air. Millions of thanks and praises. There's weight within keeps down my soul and me ̄ O that astonishment had left me dead! Shame, sitting on my brow, weighs down my he ̄ and: Even thus the gilded of my abhorred sin, Flashed in my face when I beheld the Queen ̄ . Within this forest with her Babes distressed. Follow me then. My Lord, this Castle is but slightly guarded. Behold, the Tyrant makes towards us. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny. Passion may spoil us: sir, we oft have herd Of that old King his father; and that justly This Kingdom was by right endue to his sway. Good. Our brother, a poor Pilgrim, that gives notice Of a Religious father that attends To bear us company in our Pilgrimage. Speranza. As full possessed as ever, and as rich In Subject's hearts and voices; we present thee The complete sway of this usurped Kingdom. O help, I am no wolf good fry ̄ and.