Bust. That he sent me to tell you-within these Ten days at farthest. Jul. Ten days! he's not wont To be absent two. Bust. Nor I think he will not. He said he would be at home To-morrow; but I love to speak within My compass. Jul. You shall speak within mine, Sir, now. Within there! take this fellow into custody. Keep him safe, I charge you. [Enter Servants. Bust. Safe, do you hear; take notice What plight you find me in. If there want but a collop, Or a steak of me, look to 't. Jul. If my nephew Return not in his health to-morrow, thou goest Bust. Let me go to the manger first, I'd rather eat oats than hay. EDITH PLEADING FOR THE LIFE OF HER FATHER. FROM THE TRAGEDY OF ROLLO DUKE OF NORMANDY... Persons of the scene.-Rollo, Duke of Normandy; Hamond, Captain of the Guard; Baldwin, Tutor of the Prince; Edith, Baldwin's Daughter. Rollo. Go, take this dotard here (pointing to Baldwin), and take his head Off with a sword. Ham. Your schoolmaster? Rollo. Even he. Bald. For teaching thee no better: 'tis the best Of all thy damned justices. Away! Captain, I'll follow. Edith. O stay there, Duke, And, in the midst of all thy blood and fury, Oh! stay your haste, as I shall need your mercy. If there be any spark of pity in you; Edith. Oh, Captain, by thy manhood, By her soft soul that bare thee—I do confess, Sir, Your doom of justice on your foes most righteous. Good, noble Prince, look on me. Rollo. Take her from me. Edith. A curse upon his life that hinders me! May father's blessing never fall upon him! beseech you May heav'n ne'er hear his prayers! O Sir, these tears beseech you—these chaste hands woo you, That never yet were heav'd but to things holy, Be as a god, then, full of saving mercy. Mercy! Oh, mercy! Sir-for his sake mercy, That, when your stout heart weeps, shall give you pity. Here I must grow. Rollo. By heaven I'll strike thee, woman! Edith. Most willingly-let all thy anger seize me, All the most studied tortures, so this good man, This old man, and this innocent escape thee. Rollo. Carry him away, I say. Edith. Now blessing on thee! Oh, sweet pity, Speak, as you are a man—a man's life hangs, Sir, Rollo. Will no man here obey me? Have I no rule yet? As I live, he dies That does not execute my will, and suddenly. Bald. All thou canst do takes but one short hour from me. Rollo. Hew off her hands! Ham. Lady, hold off. Edith. No, hew 'em ; Hew off my innocent hands, as he commands you, They'll hang the faster on for death's convulsion. [Exit BALDWIN with the guard. Thou seed of rocks, will nothing move thee then? Are all my tears lost, all my righteous prayers Drown'd in thy drunken wrath? I stand up thus, then, Thus boldly, bloody tyrant! And to thy face, in heav'n's high name, defy thee; And may sweet mercy, when thy soul sighs for it, When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles, When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold, Can stay one hour; when thy most wretched conscience, Waked from her dream of death, like fire shall melt thee; When all thy mother's tears, thy brother's wounds, Be lock'd up from thee-fly thee! howlings find thee! Despair! (Oh my sweet father!) Storms of terror! Blood till thou burst again! Rollo. Oh fair, sweet anger! INSTALLATION OF THE KING OF THE BEGGARS. FROM BEGGARS' BUSH, ACT II. SCENE 1. Persons.-King Clause, Prigg, Ginks, Higgen, Ferret, and other Beggars. Ferret. WHAT is't I see? Snap has got it. Snap. A good crown, marry. Prigg. A crown of gold Ferret. For our new King-good luck. Ginks. To the common treasury with it—if it be gold, Thither it must. Prigg. Spoke like a patriot, Ginks. King Clause. I bid God save thee first; first Clause, After this golden token of a crown Where's orator Higgen with his gratulating speech now, In all our names? Ferret. Here he is, pumping for it. Ginks. H' has cough'd the second time, 'tis but once more, And then it comes. Ferret. So out with all! Expect now Hig. That thou art chosen, venerable Clause, Our king, and sovereign monarch of the maunders, Thus we throw up our nab-cheats first for joy, And then our filches; last we clap our famblesThree subject signs-we do it without envy. |